I was coffee, and you were tea
The romance that never was
We were simply two points, fixed
Slowly moving, grooving
In the reflection of a coffee shop window
Moving towards the other, around each other
Like cautionary planets destined for the big bang
The bustle of the people, the whistle of the steamer
A soundtrack to our hopeful dance
They called my name, mispronounced
Haphazardly written on a 30 ounce
I watched you from the corner table, rapid fire heartbeats stutter
All the gossamer winged butterflies inside me aflutter
And that first sip tasted like a possibility of us
Burning on the tip of my tongue, like our first kiss might be
Scorched awakening within, a fire blossom raging inside my soul
Singeing every part of me your mouth and fingers would touch
Imagining the sounds of our love, a howling beneath a full moon
Echoes of desire shattering a silent room
Tasting of all the celestial things we could've been
If only you had ordered coffee instead of tea
About the Creator
Kemari Howell
Coffee drinking, mermaid loving, too many notebooks having rebel word witch, journaling junkie, story / idea strategist, and creative overlord. Here to help people find creativity, tell their stories, and change the world with their words.
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