Peach Jam Kisses

A loving memory of a sweet man who crossed my path long ago

You were the Lark,
I was the Owl.

You made me love mornings.
Waking me with your peach jam kisses
then we made sweet morning love.
After, I would drift back to sleep,
and you would go your sunshine way.

You were the Lark,
I was the Owl.
So different,
yet so good together.