Jealous Coffee
Your whispers
(must be suggestive)
Make her smile.
Your breath
(fans her hair)
Is closer to her.
Your arm
(around her waist)
Guides her across the street.
My tears
(behind the big coffee cup )
smudge old coffee stains on the table.
(must be suggestive)
Make her smile.
Your breath
(fans her hair)
Is closer to her.
Your arm
(around her waist)
Guides her across the street.
My tears
(behind the big coffee cup )
smudge old coffee stains on the table.
Labels: poetry
Selected by manisha lakhe |
01:49 |
1 Comments:
Jealous coffee has company in the form of Jealous Geets - jealous of your talent ;-) Just Kidding.
The other's have said it all - I don't think I can add anything...great stuff!
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