By deevaa
Date: 5 July 2000
staring into my morning coffee
I create a miniature whirlpool with my spoon
and
think I can see you
floating in the bubbles of my coffee cup,
I think I can feel you.
Feel
your mouth,
in the first touch of warm, smooth ceramic
as I lift the mug to my lips,
your tongue the scalding liquid flowing slowly into my mouth
you,
in my goodmorning coffee kiss
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