One phrase joins and licks at the next
Which is also the start
Of an infinite loop, an unending test
5 am tea in the dark.
As the routine ignites again
I tie up my robe,
forgetful of socks, untrained
To notice my cold.
Swirling love knot patterns
With milk in morning tea
I imagine you touch my forearm,
But it’s just first sunbeams.
Knot winds around to eat its own tail
Please no more dark when morning unveils.