MORNING COFFEE – Matthew Moynihan
I drink in your eyes like my morning coffee
rousing myself from my monotonous slumber.
I frantically boil the kettle of your affections over and over
spent steam rising and dissipating in my
lungs.
I’m done with the instant formulation.
I let your joie de vivre trickle through the filter,
your caramel notes drip down into my mug.
With a ravenous dispensation I drink you in again,
you mark your territory – the__ stains of caffeine
etched upon enamel.
After we consume each other once again,
what of us, my god, shall be left behind?
Empty mugs, ash trays full to the brim
and ruffled sheets our calling card.
These tender moments easy living
these fragments ink-bound by the bard.
