Coffee

Morning coffee

swirls

down my body,

I imagine much

like the hazelnut

creamer that

whips, flows,

lightening

the cup.

And I’ll say

I feel nervous

about

this

that

whatever, but

I can’t help

the smile on my

face as my

cup of coffee

makes me think

of you.

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