ode to your coffee


silky cream crowds the roasted darkness.

just one sip from your sappy cup would send

my tongue into a coma.



why did I keep sipping?


your coffee resembled your milky skin.

the way you poured the cream, making clouds


in your cup. the same way


Van Gogh mixed his paint.

I knew I would sip every time, ignoring


the pain it caused. lust


crowded my caffeinated mind.

the bitter sweetness rots on my tongue


why did I keep sipping?



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