London Fog
I think of what beverage you’d be
as I slide heavy, white porcelain mug
across sugar granules littered
across the cafe counter
let the soft, warm cloud of foam
cross red lined lips
to caress longing taste buds
with bergamot cream
but you are black coffee
strong, sturdy, and bold
uncomplicated,
yet no where near simple
healthy dose of acidity
in thick hand thrown cup
speckled green glaze
match bright hazel eyes
deep earthen aroma,
steam fogging your glasses,
enjoyed best sipped slowly
an essential daily dose
of you.
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Nice juxtaposition of simplicity vs. complexity. Speaks to how there’s always so much more than meets the eye. Or maybe tongue, in the case of coffee.
A tasty brew this person must be
Awesome analogy!
I remember having this conversation with you! I may have to write one based off of my person 😉