"cream in my coffee,
the 'good' in morning"
I remember my bestfriend calling me "Sugar" while I call him "Coffee". We were that happy hearts everytime we're with each other. Then my bestfriend became my man...
He's everything to me... a cream in my coffee, the rainbow to my sky, and the notes of my song.
Using breath as a metaphor for what once was, I'd say this was an enticingly astounding piece of art, portraying the heavenly and the heavenly only. If only we were able to reside in such bliss for eternity, everyone would be happy.
I find it almost despicable of myself that I nearly always entwine heaven with sorrow, yet I can't help myself.~
I enjoyed this.
I love these ones of yours...they feel so light, so airy, so magical. The way us infuse color into the words, and the way your words appear to be so carefully chosen, as if to give just the hint of magic on the page. I love the line about coffee...it feels and taste delicious. And your right, it does put the glint of a smile in my eyes. Excellent job.
If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..