A calm coffee morning in Germany

It's late in the morning,
city clothed by mist.
I stand by the white-framed window.
Hustle & bustle.
People rushing, it's rush hour.
Coffee is ready.
I usually like it cold,
but today it's freezing.

When I sip the mug,
my lips burned.
It slips down my esophagus,
slowly.
High density heat,
reaches its end in the stomach.
Butterflies effect.
Iris' fabric stretched,
pupils are opening gates.

Piloerection. Mydriasis.
Memories rushing in my head.

My recently burned lips,
ours purple and bruised.
Embers.
Bloody moon crater pattern,
your pale skin.

It hurts so good,
but only if it's you.

My esophagus heated,
vocal chords vibrating
to the melody of our joy.

Coffee in my stomach,
tummies touching,
soft strokes, soft skin...
Your delicate fragrance.

Your almond eyes,
open mouth
show pleasure.
I'm glad.

Scratch my back,
scratch it really bad!

.
.
.

The alarm wakes me up.
I've got to leave home.
Hustle & bustle.
Busy people.
Calm coffee morning.

Piloerection. Mydriasis.
Memories rushing in my head.


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Poem written by me.