Remembering You Over Cappuccinos…

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on moonlit winter nights
when absurdities of chilled raindrops
tapper on corrugated rooftops,
as insistent knuckles
fraying the linen of flimsy silence,
on bittersweet demitasse nights.
cold shivers tapestry
my trembling solitudes in goosebumps,
snuggled within fleece quilts
of piquant cappuccino aromas peppered
in sugar granule memories,
I indulge in your reminiscences.

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cocoa giggles salted on mocha mirth,
treacle smiles lace fluid lips
mingling sugar in peppermint laughters,
shared sips like emblazoned kisses
exchanged on the brims of fragile china,
twin straws and huddled faces of togetherness
over iced cappuccinos in frothy coronas,
baked festivities of cookies
flavored in coffee are like crisp dawns
of winter emerging as scented butterflies
from the oblivion of chrysalis-night~
are now sepia tinted recollections.

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you are to me my morning coffee~
your scent rejuvenating my lethargies,
as blind fingers caressing
your latte-silk skin,
relearn hourglass contours as braille
our love story is camaraderie,
caffeine-scented laughters echoing warmth
a blend of passion and vitality
like simmering sips of mocaccinos
and today on this bland night
tasting like stale dredges
of yesterday’s leftover coffee,
I relive our long lost tale of love
gathering you in faded thoughts
like scooped withered molts of fall…

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Coffee is a Metaphor…

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insomnia sips steaming aroma
of nocturnal espresso till ughten,
in gossamer fragilities of lunar china,
savoring it on adrenaline tongue
with dashes of grappa introspections,
punctuated in the buzz
of fluttering moth-wings
indulging in the psychedelia
of streetlight’s fabrications,
until cream of dawn dilutes
bitterness of night
as a blasphemous epithet.

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when virgin morn splatters
muddy froth of stale coffee on horizons,
rinsing dredges of night
with rose-tinted fingertips,
honeyed trickles of sunshine mingle
with brewing black coffee,
flavoring bland shivers of winter
with lingering traces
of autumn’s cinnamon sighs,
to concoct a cafe miel
for erasing smears of drowsiness.

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crisp, lukewarm, nascent days
are toasts layered in sun’s marmalade
tasted by starved appetite,
with sips of foamy cappuccinos,
laced in exotic whispers
of sweet tooth cocoa~
a heaped spoonful of passion
to besmirch stoic flavors
of straitlaced coffee,
into insinuation of mocha delights.

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afternoons are languid,
with after-lunch complacence,
and a consciousness
over-brimmed with read chapters
of mixed feeling paperbacks,
scribbled on dogeared diaries
penned with intuition and intrigue~
sipping a naive latte
in creamy mouthfuls
of soft absentminded epistles,
day dissolves into graffiti dusks
tasting like softness
of coffee cakes on the palate.

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the fluid night is
salted in sugar granules of stars,
as a sweetened cafe noir
served in demitasse of dialogue~
a perfect epilogue to dined reflections
in diaphanous candlelight,
when fireplaces cackle
with tangerine laughter-flames,
an eggnog latte steaming in porcelain
defines the warmth borrowed
by cuddled blankets on
snoozing armchairs in solitude.

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in summers sweating
their sensibilities on brow frowns,
frosted frappé mists hourglass clarities
of parched moments in
a bittersweet, iced concoction,
satiating singed petals of marigold noons.
jagged edges of heated conversations
are smoothened by frozen gulps
rolling down arid throats
like rounded, treacle vowels…coffee-cup-012