Delilah Miller (San Diego)

To all my conquests, past, present and future.


My coffee cup's a lighter shade of blue this morning.
Last night,
I transformed you into scalding dark coffee.
Now I can pour you into my cup,
any time, day or night.
Keeping my fingers on the cup ring;
I'll sense when to stir,
the amount of sugar you need,
when to take a sip
or let you cool off.

You melted in my voice, low and bright.
There's never a honest warning;
I'm a short, pudgy brunette, average
with great lips and a slight tan
to smooth over my thighs.
With a sparkle I keep in my eyes,
I'm charming, if not venomous,
to the man without morals.
Quietly, effectively, I show instead of tell.
You just didn't realize I've got the right words,
the achingly perfect images,
the best details
and the proper timing
for an unbelievable kiss.