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Your Reflection In My Cup Of Coffee
I gently mix the milk into the coffee.
The contour of your silhouette rolls in fluid darkness,
a soft brown image melting into my thoughts.
The warmth of your hands sends gentle charges
down my spine with sweet aroma,
My eyes open with the first sip, your morning kiss
I savor.
Your fingers tightly inch past my wrist,
the hair on my forearm stands on edge.
My fingers squeeze the cup a little bit harder then I come
to the awareness
of a bustling café
that pales in comparison
to the reflection of you
in a cup of coffee
we might have shared.
The contour of your silhouette rolls in fluid darkness,
a soft brown image melting into my thoughts.
The warmth of your hands sends gentle charges
down my spine with sweet aroma,
My eyes open with the first sip, your morning kiss
I savor.
Your fingers tightly inch past my wrist,
the hair on my forearm stands on edge.
My fingers squeeze the cup a little bit harder then I come
to the awareness
of a bustling café
that pales in comparison
to the reflection of you
in a cup of coffee
we might have shared.
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