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The posings of a poet.

Cafe


Morning risings
 up from down
sleepy walked
   to posses
brown
caffeinated splutterings
    crema dripping
shower of a
   pretty thing
wafting smell
love
I
to daily get me
high
Warmth of touch
   to porcelain smooth
reflected within
  Delicious soothe
Elation
  as it enters
Down between
  lovely centers
of waking
quaking
never faking
morningeveningnight
I partake delight
God I love this Brew
and she likes it too
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4 thoughts on “Cafe

  1. Beautiful poem! The ending is my favorite 😉

  2. iamlenise on said:

    Coffee is my favorite meal of the day 🙂

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