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Jul 2016
Your side of the beds still warm as I stir
I hear you humming as beans are poured out
Then the whistle of boiled water
My minds eye sees you at the grinder
Short bursts pulverize and I smell the grind
You bring back one cup , I barely hear your bare feet on tile
The black coffee stands out in an all white room
The only other contrast is your tan lines
Cross legged you sit on our bed cup cradled in your hands
No words are spoken as we trade sips back n forth
One kiss for thank You
Pressed black coffee and crisp white sheets
The day begins...
Written by
KiraLili  Ukraine
(Ukraine)   
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