myself and me

Black Coffee

The light is dim,

The music is soft,

The smell is intoxicated.

A cup of black coffee,

No sugar, no milk.

 

The gaze is affectionate,

The kiss is gentle,

The smile is sweet.

The love, 

Like this cup of black coffee,

Bitter, but warm.

Comments5

  • Damaged Soul/Kindred Spirit

    Not my love Darlin not ever. I do love your poem, but do not ever touch coffee. I do on occasion hit the Diet Orange Crush pretty hard though.

  • Christina S

    I can't relate on love tasting bitter but I do enjoy coffee quite a bit. A very good poem you have here! Well done!

  • burning-embers

    Nice twist

  • James Michael Schwab

    I drink much smoother coffee, I don't enjoy the bitterness. Nice analogy, at least it's warm. I never did care for cold coffee.

  • Antonio Valetoria

    Nicely done, ill take caffeine and love in every flavor from black and bitter to blonde and sweet



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