Coffee brewing
reminds me of your
bittersweet, coffee-tinged
kisses.
Rain beating
a steady rhythm on the roof
takes me back to those
gentle movements
when we seemed
as one
when each kiss
breathed life into the next,
every touch
was a moment
lost in you.
Now and then,
in equal parts,
your memory burns
and soothes.
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 12:36 AM UTC
Coffee brewing
reminds me of your
bittersweet, coffee-tinged
kisses.
Rain beating
a steady rhythm on the roof
takes me back to those
gentle movements
when we seemed
as one
when each kiss
breathed life into the next,
every touch
was a moment
lost in you.
Now and then,
in equal parts,
your memory burns
and soothes.
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