What I Feel for You

A Poem about a guy, I guess.

The deep, bitter burn

of my coffee (black)

slides across my palette

from my off-white, slightly chipped

coffee mug

and settles into my

rib-cage.

This is all there is as my fingers pound

the letters

on my keyboard and type out

yet another confession

of emotion for you.

The snow fell outside last night

A hushed whisper,

covering the bare

ground

and sparkling invitingly at me

like ten million tiny flakes

of glitter

as I scrunched up my eyes and peered

into Monday Afternoon.

This coffee is

my punishment

for all of the sappy letters I wrote to you

late at night -

scratching my head,

brown hair a tangled mess, wondering

where you could be,

tears drip drip dripping

on the pages -

but never sent.

The flavor sticks

in my mouth like glue

and I'm reminded of all of the times

I thought of you

in the middle of the night;

your blue eyes twinkling at me

in my mind like

the snow outside.

I'll take another

swig now, face

scrunching the same way yours did

when you threw back that shot of Vodka

on that chilly September night

and exclaimed your passions

to the stars

like they were listening to you.

Reviews

[N!LoC]

nice... real nice :-)

[Wolfwind]

Your ink brings back many memories of sitting at the ole coffee place where use to spend many hours a day. Swilling back half burnt coffee and letting the mind wander to places that it probably should have better left alone. lol
I must admit though, since every where one goes for coffee or even with every cup, or brand one drinks, the flavor is unique. Like a brand on a steer, it etches into memory the thought surrounding the moment of it's slurping.

I thought the poem was nice. A well done weave of memory, emotion and some caffeine. Two Thumbs Up!

Aaron =)

[C.C. Marx]

Great poem I really felt like I was watching this happen through a window (which is totally not meant to be creepy) and like I could taste the nasty coffee (coffees not my thing) the last stanzas definitely the best :)

[Mylifeinheartbeats]

Haha, thank you so much! Nooo, it's not creepy. That's what poetry is supposed to do, right? Make you feel it or feel like you're there? I used to hate coffee...then I hit puberty.

[C.C. Marx]

My pleasure Im glad you dont find that creepy i reread it afterwards and thought "wow i sound stalkish!!" And I'm more of a mountain dew person myself

[Mylifeinheartbeats]

Ohnonononononononono. We have to change the subject. You just said exactly the thing that the guy I wrote this poem for said when we discussed coffee. Stop. OMG. No, My feelings.

[C.C. Marx]

Haha ok ok not all coffee is bad I just got a sugar obesession

[Mylifeinheartbeats]

Haha, I can understand that!

[C.C. Marx]

And chocolate I could not live without my lindt truffles or reeses cup

[rnuff]

oh wow, I enjoyed this write,
Creative and the imagery is facinating.

[Mylifeinheartbeats]

Thank so much!