Published on: 12/10/2012
Strong Coffee on My Breath

Strong coffee on my breath,
I seem to have made peace with the enemy,
Artillery put down, arteries open up.
There is a science to reconciliation,
And my mind can muster yet another effort:
One more sugar to dissolve, I stir into the brown horizon,
And in our minds an old familiar taste might manifest.
I hasten not to hold this in high regard,
As our emotions might not reciprocate
And we might sit in silence in each other's company at this rustic cafe.
Nonetheless … there is strong coffee on my lips;
I seem to have made peace with you, my love.