Almond kisses my tongue
underneath the heady bitter taste
of warm coffee rushing down my throat,
I'm hidden and exposed
sitting alone in the window
of a street corner cafe--
Vanishing in the open,
becoming nothing but
a silent pair of green eyes,
looking out from behind
a coffee cup--
a faint smile on my lips.
©2006-2008 ~SnicksRocksHerSpots
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The King's Square Cafe in York has become my home away from home, I go there to think and to write. They make the yummiest jacket potatoes and have DELICIOUS coffee with these little almost biscuit things. Please critique because I am thinking of submitting this to my uni's lit mag, cheers!
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I wish I could remember how to write.
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