Bitter Coffee
I shall take my bitter coffee,A circular and aromatic warmth;
Stretch and yawn,
Elongate myself in chill dawn.
The sun is a laser shaft,
Piercing from sky to sea,
I see you and me and us.
My feet are cold, so icy,
The sky so nice and blue
I could cry, be overwhelmed.
Pleasure and punishment,
My solitary blues enchew
And I smile at the absurdity
Or is it banality of it all?
I wander from kitchen to terrasse,
What makes solitude consume,
Perhaps it is because
I feel so full;
Once you could play a tune
On my ribs, now they are softer
My body feels more fluid,
I slip easily into places.
I sip to burn my throat,
Choke back emotions,
I am in mourning, yet jubilant
My feet are so cold
And my heart so warm,
I know how you sleep
I know how you keep
The circle of warmth
And I’ll sip
When I’m done
We’ll enjoy the sun together.
‘Come to bed, darling’
A starling calls.
Coffee shall brew
And a new me shall rise.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2021-08-21 at 18:16
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