A deceitful beauty, veiled in silky


red attire, she lures with her aroma.

Do beware, for courting her is risky;

get too comfortable when you hold her,

and she will prick your heart by surprise.

Concealed behind her sweet disposition,

she'll quickly entangle you in her vines,

degrade you to your decomposition.

What could have caused such a radiant

entity, to grow such callous armor

around her scarlet heart? Adulterant

lovers from her past? Can she still harbor

seeds of her once virtuous blossom?

Or has her old self been wholly forgotten?

We're sitting at a table clothed in white

and you're overflowing with stories, drips

of emotion hanging on every word. Light

from candles dancing on your fingertips,

your personal puppets, with which you act

out each word that escapes from your mouth.

As your palms tense and relax, you distract

me from the story. Veins tangled about

your bones, flowing like rivers. God, I swear

I've never seen hands quite like yours. Rugged,

but soft as silk. Ornate but beautifully bare.

When they rested, I almost applauded.

Please don't hesitate from letting them reach

over, grasp my lonely hands, replace speech.

Wake me up, 

my morning savior. 

My burning cup of brewed earth. 

My cream bathed, 

sugar dazzled, 

auburn sea. 

My flavorsome energizer, 

which lures my eyelids toward 

the ceiling each dawn. 

My surprise-filled grainy, blend. 

Will you be infused with hazelnut, honey, lemon, 

or just your pure, mocha-self 

this morning? 

My greatest addiction, 

you sit with me at the counter, 

tall dark and handsome. 

You tease my senses, 

tempt my lips. 

Your steaming, aromatic arms unravel, 

and draw my lips closer to you. 

You saturate my parched lips, 

replenish my fervor. 

My tastebuds' only lover, 

I cannot leave before I lap up 

every last bit of you. 

Drown me in your strong, caffeinated, 

serene body. 

The sad truth is that as I become more alive, 

you diminish. 

But I savor every last drop of you 

until you are all gone. 

We will meet again tomorrow morning 

in my quiet kitchen, 

where you will invigorate me once again, 

for the long day ahead.