Coffee cup romance
Crumbs absently piled
together, fingers playing
carelessly with your hair
weaving pretzels and tangles.
We, both of us, sitting
in our tiny bubble,
our little comfort zone
filled with secretive glances
and simmering desires.
At first steaming hot
but slowly cooling down,
because we’re always
separated by a coffee cup.
together, fingers playing
carelessly with your hair
weaving pretzels and tangles.
We, both of us, sitting
in our tiny bubble,
our little comfort zone
filled with secretive glances
and simmering desires.
At first steaming hot
but slowly cooling down,
because we’re always
separated by a coffee cup.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| WitteFee: | Maandag, januari 30, 2012 22:55 |
| Wake up and smell the coffee. |
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| Zo Gezegd: | Zaterdag, januari 28, 2012 21:47 |
| Thanks guys, appreciate it! | |
| hs: | Zaterdag, januari 28, 2012 21:33 |
| En ook nog herkenbaar. | |
| hs: | Zaterdag, januari 28, 2012 21:31 |
| Mooi geschreven! | |
| sunnyka: | Zaterdag, januari 28, 2012 20:04 |
| Zo gedaan? :) Fijne avond | |
| killea: | Zaterdag, januari 28, 2012 10:16 |
| a very visual poem yet metaphoric, read it several times - super ZG xx j |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Zo Gezegd | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Marina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 28 januari 2012 | ||
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