Cold Coffee Daydreams
Sitting here in my office,
watching steam rise in cursive swirls
from the black coffee in front of me
on this stormy Monday morning
Staring at nothing in particular,
I allow my thoughts to linger,
becoming completely lost in another
beautiful daydream of you and me
we walk along a secluded beach,
palm tree shadows sway,
sand between our toes,
a sunrise surf lulls hypnotically
in rhythmic tempo whispers as I peer
deeply into your maple syrup eyes,
falling deeper in love with you
with each longing glance
We kiss and my heart melts
at the feel of your sweet lips
pressed tightly against mine…
A loud clap of thunder wakes me
as I once again realize where I am,
sitting behind a desk covered in paperwork
and another now cold cup of coffee, but…
There are many more daydreams where
that one came from that will always include
you because… they all originate in my heart
and there’s still hot coffee in the pot
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