bliss of the morning
a wednesday
the smell of your coffee
brown ’n bits
trembled kisses
but excitement rose
sadness withered
the fog had begun
erosion to come
with mountain’s too tall
we sung a tune
how the sky was too blue
but we were the mixture
the change of purple
a texture of love, devotion
sudden soft motions
simply, our bittersweet moment
of that potent wednesday morning
coffee beans