Cinnamon-Speckled Milk

At 1:00 AM,
I bring the spoons.
 
We pour cereal
And fall asleep
Soggy milk heads.

Soon enough,

Morning mixes itself
In the window frame
With Mini-Wheat fences
And heavy cream;
Sun juicy orange half
Glowing vitamin goodness
Like all good breakfast make-up’s.

I stir fingertips rippling

Curves of crescents
In your back that is
My breakfast bowl
Of cinnamon-speckled milk.

Really,

I could drink you up
In guzzling gallons
And still be
Thirsty.

Cinnamon spice crystals

Spin swirling circles
Under finger-pad fondles,
And I’m all sugar,
Sugar soaking sweet sap
In marinating milk mounds
At the bottom of your bowl.

I’m best buried
Or swimming after
Cinnamon chunks
As your drippy milk diver.