Sipping coffee
is a way of
provoking thought
sometimes a
seduction really
the slow sound
savored as the
tongue catches
with something
which is sweet now
and later bitter
hot too, and
to cope with it
you blow, you breathe
and in between these
kind rituals you
begin to remember
love and breaking
love
collecting the pieces
and then
breathing again
sighing
what if? what if?
waste of time
'keep on moving! '
wait, someone is
knocking the door,
'open it! '
don't hide, keep
calm, it could be
love that you
broke, which
upon itself has
taken the burden
of self-repair
and now ready
to have you again
like..forgiven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem