Calming aroma lingers
on my hands,
feeling of anxiety as I wait.
Fresh,
Inviting,
Need to taste.
Every drop savored,
Adored;
Events of the previous day ignored
as I pour...
Soothing liquid pleasure,
That for now
seems to take the place of you.
My coffee,
Loves me the way you use to.
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Author:
Ivory (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 14th, 2018 20:45
- Comment from author about the poem: This a playful piece I wrote a while ago... it is open for interpretation : )
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments4
Damn. I want a coffee now.
This is adorable and the last line is a winner......... the comfort of something constant.......
coffee is always there for you when you want it to be .. nice piece of writing .. which i enjoyed reading
i think i prefer tea, but yes the smell of coffee is quite nice
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