brewed beauty

You are my morning’s cup of coffee

The day does not progress without a taste of you

The hands of time hold no value unless I’m holding you

Making it conceivable to perceive the thoughts of others

One cup of you is never enough I always want another

I hear nothing until I’ve heard your pot call my kettle black

A fact–I think about you while I take you in

A moment on the tongue and you are forever on my mind

I slow down while you go down only to ensure it lasts longer

And when the day has ended 

I reminisce about how it began

Eager to inhale your scent tomorrow and every day after

Photo by Lisa Fotios on

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