You don't see
I sneak to the back
How appropriate
Inching
I come closer
Oh
She smiles
Jealous I bow
Shuffle my feet
You expected me
Right?
Oh
She leaves
Beaming
Stretch onto my toes
Inching
Beside you now
Swooning
In a coffee shop
I smirk at your boldness
Oh
You smell so good
Dressed in green
You look like candy
My Mexican
This post was in response to Theme Thursday's prompt, Candy. Coffee is my candy and as of now, my favorite is the Mexican coffee at Red Whale. I have a green cozy made of fleece that a friend got me at the local Eco Store, but love the one for sale above as well.
oh yeah. coffee is my candy as well...straight black...
ReplyDeleteJust what I am enjoying right now, only it is not exotic. Very nicely done and a great way to advertise. I tell the local coffee merchant that you are a coffee snob and will definitely try his Costa Rica coffee when you visit.
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Only way to drink it Brian! And yes mom, I'm looking forward to coffee at the market!
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem, I love both coffee and coffee shops - I find them the most fascinating places.
ReplyDeletecoffee's my candy too. although i've had a bit too much this morning... i'm a little twitchy
ReplyDeleteCoffee is my real candy as well. Never anything better than a cuppa :)
ReplyDeletewhat vivid and smart poem.
ReplyDeleteyou speak of coffee as if it is a boy friend...
i freaking love coffee. great poem! in fact, i'm enjoying a cup right now:] Cheers, joe.
ReplyDeleteLove this! I love coffee too. Thank you for sharing
ReplyDeletelol, you got me with this one lol, fun read :)
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I live in Southern California and never had Mexican coffee. Now I'm on a quest!
ReplyDeleteGlad to see you share this one.
ReplyDeletewell done...
A++