My Lover, As Coffee
Espresso eyes:
caffeinated and
intensely rich.
No creamer
for this java.
I drink it bitter,
straight, from
a dirty shot glass.
Daylight awaits us,
a set of fangs
at the end of
sleep’s tunnel–
but at least I am
wide awake,
ready for another
cup of you.
Ooh. . . . a genuine vampire or not, this person with espresso eyes (great image)and fangs has the power to bewitch. What power!
Thanks! Glad you appreciated the poem.