COFFEE

The steamy cup whispered for a kiss, A bitter blissful embrace, just right to hold. Conversations flowed like the rich aroma of coffee. Each sip, a new verse in our dialogue. Thoughts danced and perspectives intertwined. You saw through my eyes, and I through yours. The coffee spilled, a testament to it's presence; had it been tea, Tea would have been spilled. I let the breeze play with my coffee, Sip by sip, filling tiny cups with memories Stirring them gently. My lips, stained with the essence of our shared moments, Carried the taste of our stories. WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK ABOUT MY POEM? THIS IS MY FIRST POEM I'VE WROTE.