sweet chocolate girl hair wrinkles sprinkled
on forehead. blonde. you bloom in my
mouth begonias froth on the window
sill. killing time in your coffee shop
is exquisite torture. your fingers
(a taste of warm bread coffee
beans just roasted my voice
caught in my throat)
inside of me
I moan of cappuccinos
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My compliments. I read it, and re-read it, it's really good, it's a true coffee epiphany, and that's enough for me to say that it's one of the greatest morning poetries.
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