Poem of the Day 4-11-08

The Poem of the Day honors go to the member "ix_deadend". Feel free to leave a comment at the link below.

Morning Coffee

a dip
into this cup and then a stare
upon your mocha lips; a sip
and then a puff, while you are there
the one with the warm grip
upon my lungs

i drift a glance
and you play your stir
turning Saturday into a whisper

your eyes slowly kill me within
easier than tars and nicotine
and i can't look away

a drop
of nonchalant insanity
blending with this morning coffee
while there's still smoke stuck in the air
before the dawn may flop
before you're gone

i drift a glance
and you kiss the filter
turning Saturday into a whisper

your eyes slowly kill me within
easier than tars and nicotine
and i can't look away

even if it burns my tongue
and you're the last taste that i'll remember
just before it leaves me numb
a caffeine kiss in haste, then i'm sober

so now you look at me and say
the words so stale yet bittersweet
and i can't look away

i can't look away

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The Dead Poets Society