Espresso
In all likelihood, this isn't
the first cup of the morning.
Ceramic black exterior, white
suggestively tender inside
covered by that caramel velvet cloak
inviting my upper lip to dip and break the tender silence
of it's still surface.
Ambivalently lifting my cup, with a tilt
to sip, moved by fear
that this scent may soon expire
if left unattended.
A tender kiss accelerates the crisp citrus exciting my frontal lobes with addiction- each sip a silk veil
parted uncovering the white china beneath,
a light body with a dark mind, the agitated kind. I would run, but won't
unwilling to relinquish this pleasure, as i asked for more
coffee as a chaser, in its plain paper cup, watered down and painfully regular.
I only want you, in those jittery shakes you give me the promise of today, a twitch, contraction, tremor-
acknowledgement of existential terror. The things i find, i seek in
you, gentle and deep.
This darkness is
nothing I wouldn't keep.
In all likelihood, this isn't
the first cup of the morning.
Ceramic black exterior, white
suggestively tender inside
covered by that caramel velvet cloak
inviting my upper lip to dip and break the tender silence
of it's still surface.
Ambivalently lifting my cup, with a tilt
to sip, moved by fear
that this scent may soon expire
if left unattended.
A tender kiss accelerates the crisp citrus exciting my frontal lobes with addiction- each sip a silk veil
parted uncovering the white china beneath,
a light body with a dark mind, the agitated kind. I would run, but won't
unwilling to relinquish this pleasure, as i asked for more
coffee as a chaser, in its plain paper cup, watered down and painfully regular.
I only want you, in those jittery shakes you give me the promise of today, a twitch, contraction, tremor-
acknowledgement of existential terror. The things i find, i seek in
you, gentle and deep.
This darkness is
nothing I wouldn't keep.
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