Your body like coffee

Season after season I dress my coffee as you are to me, undressed

A pale and simple constant through my winter Every dulcet grain essential To swell the warmth To equal you

In spring, I savor whispers of the subtle fruit A day to darken by a shade A bounding afternoon A giddy taste

In summer, naked glass—the heat licks sweat Beads adorning ever dusky hues No time for sweetness Only thirst

Pumpkin Spice… (you laughed, it kept us warm) A languid touch of bourbon, then To liquify the fingers Of a gust

I crave your texture, your scent, your heat Poured vexatiously to stir repose Season after season Hour after hour

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