|Black Coffee: reminiscence
by Jenna Grey ©
Like drinking black coffee,
in an Italian cafe,
you tasted so sweet on my tongue,
going down my throat.
When I thirsted for your essence
you filled me without hesitation.
Walking through an archive
filled with faded dreams,
your voice blurred words before
with the thought of you inside me.
I reached out to touch your
you led the way, I followed.
Like walking in cool rain
through a lakeside village,
you left me damp and trembling,
then rekindled my fever.
When I shivered beneath your
you filled me with your warmth.
As thunder rattled windows
in this unfamilar world,
you thrust your way into my soul,
constant and unwavering.
When we thought the storm had
still it came, rumbling in the
Again, my world is grey,
here, sitting at my desk.
I still feel you flow within me,
beneath aching fingertips.
When the emptiness grows too
I’ll sip black coffee: reminiscence.
|Jenna Grey is a journalist by trade and nearly
published author of romance novels and erotica short
stories. She is a single mom enjoying the country life
in the lush Mohawk Valley with her two children, dog
and a cat
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