ode to your coffee

BY LORENZO VALLOZZI

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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