Apr 2017
two white coffee cups*
reveal every sip,
mark every drip,
the metaphorical staining
of the man and the woman
in bed
on a Sunday morn,
each sipping and drip drinking
from white mismatched coffee cups
unleashes his tear ducts;
he sips the tear drips
now the coffee tear-infused tastes
just like a stained life,
a metaphor realized
reveal every sip,
mark every drip,
the metaphorical staining
of the man and the woman
in bed
on a Sunday morn,
each sipping and drip drinking
from white mismatched coffee cups
unleashes his tear ducts;
he sips the tear drips
now the coffee tear-infused tastes
just like a stained life,
a metaphor realized
