One Cup or Two...

Ivory

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.

  • Author: Ivory (Pseudonym) (Offline 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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  • Sharkylang

    Damn. I want a coffee now.

  • Lorna

    This is adorable and the last line is a winner......... the comfort of something constant.......

  • Caring dove

    coffee is always there for you when you want it to be .. nice piece of writing .. which i enjoyed reading

  • Caring dove

    i think i prefer tea, but yes the smell of coffee is quite nice



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