Our morning coffee

Somewhere in the grinds that have settled at the bottom of my cup

is the answer as to how I’m to say “I lust you”

And, as I savour that last sweet drop of my morning java

it comes to me that neither of us enjoys bitter grinds


So in an off-handed way, as I reach for the coffeepot

I turn towards your gaze looking back so damn serious,

sitting so still at the table next to me, and I attempt

to place a smile on your deserving lips by stammering


I love you


РChris George  

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