Sunday, June 4, 2017

Life With a Man

I’ve found a richness,
The flavorful taste of overbearing. 
It grows profound in my tastebuds,
It’s pleasant to the sight.
To the taste, of course.
Its odor, 
Rich as well; addictive.

Though I find strange
As it’s overpowering taste takes over,
It leaves an uncomfortable feeling,
And one must sweeten,
As one sweetens life with pleasures.
Otherwise this richness
Is not but a vague, unpleasant encounter
Which will not find a way to exist again

Like tea, 
Coffee can be pleasant, tranquil
In a sweetened sense.
Can find peace with my very tastebuds
If it learns to be like tea: smooth, 
Graciously mellow.
Coffee can be sweet like tea
Only if it wants to be

Yet, only this way
Can coffee find serenity

With me.

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