reminiscence

the snow outside reflects a strong, bright light through the open blinds.
you are still in your boxer shorts and tattered t-shirt.
hair is like a nest for a rat, your eyes watery and blue.
your face is puffy from sleep (you went to bed at 2 a.m you know).
it's nearly after noon, but you just woke up.
the black coffee seeps in to your blood, waking you, slowly.
your head hurts, your body is weak, your palms are sweaty.
the soft couch pulls you in, asking you to stay for a while.
the hot coffee burns your throat, but it tastes so good.
for a while your mind is groggy, not able to think.
but as the coffee works its magic, you begin to think about last night.
yes, those good vibes you haven't felt for so long.
they make you alive, they remind you that love is okay.
love isn't meant to kill.
it's meant for moments like goosebumps after the brush of the skins,
the skip of the heart after you lay your head on his shoulder,
the loud beating of the pulse when you touch hands.
the calm darkness of last night is blinded once again by the afternoon sunshine.
ah, yes, the scent of his body still lingers on the couch.

Author's Note

i may have found new love

Reviews

[Zeverin Kpai]

I can hear voice in this. I love the honesty and the pace at which this is presented

[jacob erin-cilberto]

speaking to self...

the morning conversation after the evening interlude...

the scent of the morning coffee mixes with the scent of him still lingering.

this is a journey many of us have taken...that morning after, thinking about the passion the night before...with either fondness or regret..but often with a headache accompanying whatever other feeling is there.

this is a really good write and i am quite surprised there are no reviews of it..

jacob

[Erin Michelle]

Jacob,

Thank you, this poem means a lot to me, I appreciate your review very much