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.
Thank you, Philip! Always love hearing your work at Kenwick. Thanks for the feedback. 😁
A tasty brew this person must be
Quite so! 😝
Awesome analogy!
Thank you so much! It was fun to imagine up.
I remember having this conversation with you! I may have to write one based off of my person 😉
lol right? It’s about time this one finally found its fullness that’s forsure lol
This pairs beautifully with your poem from yesterday! I Wonder if this person prefers the local shop.or Starbucks? Beautiful descriptions. Beautiful poem.
Oh, I like the theme you’re seeing!
Funny you should ask, he’s more of a homebody in the end so prefers self-brewed 😂😂😂
I absolutely adore the imagery here. Just as there are endless different types of coffee, there are endless types of people as well.
Thank you so much 🥰!
The extended metaphor of comparing your person to a perfect cup of black coffee is done so well — it’s clever, sensual, and sustained beautifully throughout.
Thank you so much, Jeremy! I alwaysappreciate the feedback 😊
“an essential daily dose
of you.”
All month long, please!
Merci beaucoup, Fanny! <3 <3 <3