Coffee . . . My Way
by A.J. Huffman


My eyes open to morning

light striping my breasts.  

I anxiously listen for your approach

from the kitchen.  You appear

with mugs steaming.  A moan

ing stretch arcs my back.  And you

abandon the silly ceramic sayings

for a more mature greeting.  This one

all skin and mouth.  Screw the sweet

grounds of redundancy.  We are liquid.

And awake[ning] in smoldered

sensations brewing.  Burning.

To be consumed by the other

[‘s].  Tongue

touching tongue.  We drink

to/through our soul.
About A.J. Huffman:
A.J. Huffman is a poet and freelance writer in Daytona Beach, Florida.  She has
previously published six collections of poetry.  She has also published her work
in national and international literary journals such as Avon Literary Intelligencer,
Writer's Gazette, and The Penwood Review.  Find more about A.J. Huffman,
including additional information and links to her work at
http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000191382454 and
https://twitter.com/#!/poetess222.
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