Her moon is the everlasting cream
In my coffee of stars.
I stir in the hopes she appears
In half dark twinkles of night.
My hands warm in the bistro of
Anticipation.
She leans against my lips
& my emotions erupt in hot steam.
A love like hers silk as cream,
Easing down my throat.
I stir until half dark twinkles are covered.
I stir until only the smallest bit is shown.
Her moon the everlasting cream,
In my coffee of stars.
The taste forever lingering on my tongue.
This cream a kiss that orbits much of the world.
A romance I taste with each sip,
In my coffee of stars
I'll have a cup of what you're having please, a delicious sounding poem
Warm in the bristo! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Amazing metaphored poem, ah your addiction to coffee wonderfully put in poetic format, so impressingly done! 5 Stars full for this wonderful poem
An amazingly creative poem, fittingly chosen as Member P.O.D. Congratulations to you for authoring this 'pen gem' !
Wow. Quite impressive. Good to see it being chosen as 'POD'. Congrats, and well deserved.
A great combination brought together. Coffee is like a powerhouse that so many could not live without.
Lovely poem on coffee and love. Hope you have a sweet morning with a hot cup of coffee and your love besides you. Like to read again and again. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderfully atmospheric poem..love the subject matter and love this poem..well done! Lodigiana x