Coffee Stains
the drink
that greets me
with a good
morning kiss,
the smell
that awakens
my hands as
the fire
slides down
my throat
is nothing
compared
to the
comfort
I feel in
your arms.
you
touch my
imperfectly
bruised body,
you accept
my coffee-
stained,
crooked teeth
as they
smile at
every joke.
in my eyes,
you see
flecks of gold
where I see
constant worry.
you see my
soul, the
person I never
before knew.
Copyright © Kristen Uppercue | Year Posted 2017
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