I want to make a cup of coffee for you
at dusk
when the sky will be fuchsia pink.
While hearing the tip-tapping rain in the wind
and the thud thudding heartbeat of the soil
I will let the liquid dreams and
fragrant desires to blend and simmer.
I will wonder, as I whip gently the
pearl white of the milky cream,
how the coffee tastes against your
lips, your teeth, your tongue.
I will stir the sugar and allow the magic
of the steaming cloud hang heavy and
of the steaming cloud hang heavy and
I will test the ready ness of the cup
imagining
will it sting or will it be just right!
The vapors from the storming cup
like rust golden beads on my forehead
and I will pour that anticipated light brown
into your cup,
a shade that fits between the tamarind of my skin
and the golden desert sand of yours,
almost the colour of my possible child.
13 comments:
oh this is wonderful how you play with color, scent and warmth here... and that last line just makes it all the more magical..
Coffee goes with every season and every reason of heart:)
A very sensual write so tactile - simply delicious :)
Oh so moving and romantic...the delicate coffee-coloured hues and scents...then the final line!
I can actually SEE your beautiful child!:)
My dear, this is beautiful. The last line is magical.
Oh, this is the most sensual poem about coffee that I have ever read. Beautiful. And the last line takes my breath away.
a shade between the two of you...smiles...i like...coffee of course is one of my fav as well....lovely piece...
So rich and sensuous, I fell deep, deep into this one.
the magical aroma is spreading all over...
Awesome.. I loved the flow of ideas.. Thanks and good wishes!
sublimely erotic and frothy - much enjoyed.
SOOOOOOOO lovely. The stuff of dreams!
lovely! Much can happen over coffee
(it reminds me of that tagline)
:)
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