Tuesday, January 11, 2011

I have eaten
the COLD BLACK COFFEE
that was in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
it was delicious
so sweet
and so cold

--

sitting in the library and drinking cold black coffee. i don't know why it taste so good, but it does!

i hope you caught the sexual innuendos in this poem of mine.

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