coffee kiss

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it was a very innocent kiss
like happy birthday
or congratulations
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but
her lips were warm and soFt and tasted like coffee
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oR
she kissed me with her warm coffee sipped lips melting over & in. in. in. the world stopped spinning. and for a definitive moment, eVerything made sense
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afterwards
nothing
felt
right
again
excePt
drinking coffee
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it’s funny then that I doN’t
drink a lot of coffee

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(C) Poem, MJ Calitz, 2010. Photo art, MJ Calitz, 2008