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cherry scents from bright red lips
fill
his coffee head with sweet thoughts.
cold winds calmly move about,
as
spring decides it’s time to let go.
coral dresses leave his heart lost
and
ready for whatever the day holds.
chocolate leg whiffs taste so good,
as
he takes this spring breath of the day.
A single tear falls
Watching the frost on the grass
Seeing a bunny
Lamenting what could have been
if there was coffee to drink
manufactured morning joy
excessive coffee drinking
crying sorrow by lunchtime
a still lake morning
a tea, and coffee for one
yelling at the lake
The festive season moves on;
another year and the end of another song.
The taste of tomorrow in a mug;
a cup of coffee, milk and sugar: your drug.
It has all been done before;
right now, you require something more.
To remain the same isn’t you;
you think of flowers blooming under the blue.
You step out of your comfort zone;
no one else can walk the path, only you alone.
To the sky, you look in wonder;
it’s clear today, yet inside you hear the thunder.
The new you walking without fear;
you are alive, and well enough, fate is near, and
now you can see that your path is clear.
Coffee aroma
floating towards the wild scents
lips press coffee cup
Office love.
You wield the mug,
he becomes the coffee.
C & K 