With My Coffee Please

Posted: December 26, 2014 in Poetry
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coffee

Glance outside,

see the misty rain, reminds me of ,

when I might remember,

having you, you me, and we, me and you..

I used to wait in the morning

while you readied yourself,

allowing your exterior its due

elegance,

while I simply appeared

boxer shorts and a smile,

on our discreet patio,

where so many times,

I would have you and you me,

with my coffee please

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