Mornings

There was Anthem Always that Hipsterish Coffeehouse Isn’t ever Good enough By itself By itself Sunrise ’till set Black and white Mocha taste Competent Barista right Beside me In my bed This morning The sweetest face Bitter taste Of coffee In morning A touch and kiss Handholding Adventure In traffic General Tso’s At the RoseContinue reading “Mornings”

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