Awakened

I sleep late
Not a morning person
preferring sleepy pastel sunsets content to end their day
to overzealous bold sunrises announcing their intent
Breakfast dishes banging
smell the La Brea tar pit coffee seeping into the air

You
fog delayed in the shower
Your musky scent rises to greet me
awakened to the passion of the day
Let me be your lighthouse
Guiding you home