the bitter taste
of leaving you
makes coffee taste
so very blue.
the void now open
eats away
at my heart
since yesterday.
despite the strong
and vibrant flavors
i manage to
refuse mayfairs.
nothing's needed
but your touch.
am i asking
for too much?
filter out
before consuming;
such aromas
are still zooming
past the ins
and outs of love.
up here i'm
the only dove.
wake me up
from this dream
with a kiss
or with the steam,
fleeing pots and
mugs so often -
which provoke
my heart to soften.
how much can
one take before
one needs more
and more and more?
leave that thought
and simply hear
these words which
pull you so near.