You sip from the coffee cup
I thought you only drank tea.
You don't notice me staring
but I catch sight of it, Africa,
I eye you as you drop your head
to your lap, and your pinky finger
goes tap
tap
tap
against the cup.
You're whispering something
to yourself- maybe
to keep it in mind.
My focus grows on your plump lips
and my heart
skips
a beat
as I read your coffee stained
b r e a t h
warm and fuzzy
repeating my name.
I let my chin stick to my chest
and I bite my lower lip
to hide my childish smile
for the best.
YOU ARE READING
I named her Africa #Wattys2015
PoetryI didn't mind if my fingertips were rusted with coffee grounds, or if my palm still hosted bread crumbs, I reached out my hand across the table, and you squeezed it but proved me wrong. My mind was spiraling, my heart, unstable. ____________________...
