THE MORNING AFTER

You say
my skin is like your coffee –
with milk and sugar.
I smile in return
and we both sieve our own memories
about last night –
you smile and reach for my hand
while
I bury my coldness
in the rising steam from a cup.
I don’t pay for my drinks
and I don’t pay you compliments,
because
unlike my eyes,
my mouth is refusing to lie.

My indifference
still makes your breathing loud
and your heartbeat faster,
and I know
that
you see me as a girl
of
“let me be your man”,
but I can’t let you do that
as much
as I can’t stay here for too long,
so I just leave you
with cups both full
of milky coffee –
I like mine black anyway.

– Chatty Owl –

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28 thoughts on “THE MORNING AFTER

  1. Beth Winter says:

    I bury my coldness
    in the rising steam from a cup.
    I don’t pay for my drinks
    and I don’t pay you compliments,
    because
    unlike my eyes,
    my mouth is refusing to lie.

    I wish I could say these words. This is a WOW poem for me. I’ll have to come back when I find the courage, just for the coffee, hold the creamer.

  2. levybrakes@wordpress says:

    The colors blend well making a perfect caramel. Yet, when I let my coffee sit for not so very long it turns cold. Sometimes I like my coffee cold but I like my black coffee hot. Great work here. You have a new fan.

    • Chatty Owl says:

      Thank you so very much. Its so warming to hear that others still enjoy what i write πŸ™‚
      Ditto for your blog! Its really worth reading! Im a bit busy recently, but i will catch up as soon as!

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