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COFFEE
I thought I’d miss you
But I don’t.
You used to greet me every morning
With the same
Warm embrace,
Wrapping me in something familiar
And comfortable.
And I thought I’d miss that.
Turns out water is delicious
And tea is warm
And curls
Around my stomach like
You used to.
Morning starts
as I throw
my alarm clock
across the room
I can smell the
coffee brewing
I have
my husband
trained to
bring me my
first cup
of the day
I’m a lucky lady
what about you ?
Morning coffee’
Is the best drink
for me
Well maybe
except a
a glass
of wine
at the end
of the day
too
Just a fun silly poem for today- awhile I’m the doctors waiting room. Love you Sam and a Abuh ☮️💟
Morning dew tastes my lips
your Arabian Sanani heat
tripping Jamaician Blue fantastic
we sheet ourselves for coffee.
Barefooting on Kenyian wood
we kama sutra bodies
intelligentsia heats our minds
climaxing liquid lavazza.
Awake now we clothe the day
inhaling lingering fumes
galactic black, no sugar
we make our own.
Hahahaha… you’ve described poetically how you take coffee every morning…
It’s a good write my friend…and I can sense the care employed in your diction.
Aromatic smell of
coffee thrills the air
as morning snooze
to a melodious tune
the sun splash in
raptures of scents
i welcome the
idleness of a
sweet caress.
One could literally smell what you’ve described. Thanks for sharing this with us Michelle