Coffee Cloud Haikus

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. 

Published by Michael Sean Erickson

I write, act, and produce films in Los Angeles. Everything else is conjecture.

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