Morning Coffee

My thoughts are like the steam 

Floating atop the mug 

The taste of mixing cream and beans 

Letting the morning develope snug 

You walk in the room innocently 

Night’s sleep wearing off slow 

Steam and thoughts have fanned out 

You lean across me on your elbow 

I take a sip of the warm coffee 

A sudden smile occurred 

Earning one in return 

Willing the day to go unstirred 

The best part of waking up 

Is getting another day with you 

We don’t even need to speak 

To hear what we already knew 

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3 comments

  1. Julia Wooley · May 11

    Im crying. It’s fine. ❤

  2. Sidharth · May 11

    Lovely thought process presented in a graceful way, loved the way you constructed this poem with emotions around a cup of coffee. Thanks for sharing! According to your convenience please do read some of my writings would love to know what you think about them 😊

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