My morning coffee always tastes better

When you are sitting opposite me lightly dressed

This could have been taken from a luxury advertisement

But what I witnessing was very real

The infinite sea glowing over your bare shoulders

A smoothing breeze deep within your golden hair

A hint of a nipple under your white cotton shirt

If I was to define the beauty of these early hours

Then my pen would explore the simplicity of this terrace

Your olive skin against our summer petals

And the activity of these white washed walls