Coffee seven

This is becoming a bit of a poetry show, not really the intention I had in the beginning but did I even have any intention to start with? So this one is for coffee obviously.

***

the coffee smell reminds me of late and lazy mornings

I am never early for anything, I could wait forever

Maybe

if there was forever, I would let you make me another cup

watch how your fingers tremble as you pour sugar

Like a miniature death

I accept

Let caffeine rush trough my dreams

seven cups won’t be enough

I need to hide I have been thinking of you

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