[poetry challenge] Coffee Black

She likes her coffee black, and laced,
With maple syrup–you don’t understand
how she could take her bitter with so much sweet.
The trails of gleaming sugar lick her hand;
her eyes are dark and coy behind the steam.

She makes you want to take your coffee black, and laced
with chilies, sugarcane, a slice of lemon–
like you could somehow drink her body in:
the sweet, the zest, the heat–her fingertips
are steam as she she sips coffee from your lips.



Admittedly the metaphors are awkward, and I don’t quite like the last line.  If you have any suggestions, feel free to comment away!  At any rate, this was for a challenge.  Prompts were bitter, sweet, spicy, and sour.  :))  Figures I’m writing about coffee since I’m pulling my third all-nighter of the week!



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