six a.m. two [poetry]

[six a.m. one]

rich odor of coffee mingling with morning air

I slowly take the warmth in

swallowing, even though it’s gritty

and too sweet

you stand naked behind me

nursing the burn

from when your fingertips

skimmed the coffee’s skin

with an extra sugar cube for my mug

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