Wednesday, May 25, 2011

morning coffee

sipping my too-hot coffee
i thought of you as
morning sun breaking
through clouds
blinds me to things
of solid earth

the thought of you
lingers like the scent
of storms the day after


and i am caught

between bright
bitter morning

and dark luscious
night memories

so i take a bit more dark
my eyes oh, so slowly
adjusting to the light

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