The Coffee Days

I was your coffee girl, with a caramel twist
as winding in my curls, we entwined
wined, dined, star watching at night.
I opened up the shutters, painted green
took in the ochre of a dawn sky
and lying I lay beside you
breathing kisses, vapour breath
of cold and icy morns.

You were my toffee and spice
and all that was nice and not
bubbling saucepans in a hot flushed kitchen
catching kisses in the palms of our hands
and grinding them, winding them
losing ourselves
You in the gloaming
on a night filled with twi.

I was your coffee and you my soft centre
hazelnut, pecan and walnut delight.
Café au lait and a barista's twirl
I danced, we gyrated, all so x-rated
in the dream of it all,
I awoke in night,
the sky was pitch black
and the only indent, was the scar on my heart




Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-01-17 at 19:18

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
They had a very sweet tooth. Wonderful images and metaphors. I loved "took in the ochre of a dawn sky". I feel like coffee and cake now :)
2016-01-22


Nancy Sikora
I love the delectable food metaphors. Very tasty. Wonderful poem.
2016-01-19



I was a barista once. I still like to think of things in terms of lattes and pastries.
2016-01-18



Love the contrast between the sweet, colorful, dynamic interaction of the relationship and the stark destitution of the ending. Very effective.
2016-01-18



This is so good. You have a wonderful way with words, that even the hurt sounds almost happy.
Ashe
2016-01-18


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
ouch.
2016-01-17


Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
Painfully lovely, ah such memoirs Mademoisellex
2016-01-17