I taste coffee grounds
Bitter nose shivers and sighs
Pull her aside kiss.
Warm smooth aromas
Laughing inside of a crib
Hunters on the scent.
Herbs on molten waves
My lovers speak many tongues
The steam settles down.
Morning dew warm hand
Sculpted round the coffee cup
Lumber man with saw.
Clouds ripple at dawn
May I pour a blacker brew?
Big Brother loves us.
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Thank you so much for the comment. There is so much beauty in the smallest things, and when our eyes are opened seeing beauty is among the easiest of endeavors.
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