God kisses angels from sleep like <br />waves rippling the sun into <br />a million tiny diamonds. <br />We eat cherries and cream <br />for breakfast and I look <br />at you like the gulls, <br />floating on the updraft, <br />hoping for scraps.<br /><br />Jon Butter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cherries-and-cream/
