You say
my skin is like your coffee –
with milk and sugar.
I smile in return
and we both sieve our own memories
about last night –
you smile and reach for my hand
while
I bury my coldness
in the rising steam from a cup.
I don’t pay for my drinks
and I don’t pay you compliments,
because
unlike my eyes,
my mouth is refusing to lie.
My indifference
still makes your breathing loud
and your heartbeat faster,
and I know
that
you see me as a girl
of
“let me be your man”,
but I can’t let you do that
as much
as I can’t stay here for too long,
so I just leave you
with cups both full
of milky coffee –
I like mine black anyway.
– Chatty Owl –
CHATTYOWL 
The colors blend well making a perfect caramel. Yet, when I let my coffee sit for not so very long it turns cold. Sometimes I like my coffee cold but I like my black coffee hot. Great work here. You have a new fan.
Thank you so very much. Its so warming to hear that others still enjoy what i write š
Ditto for your blog! Its really worth reading! Im a bit busy recently, but i will catch up as soon as!
“unlike my eyes,
my mouth is refusing to lie.”
Beautiful words š :)…You always intrigue me
Im glad to hear that… Hopefully i’ll be able to continue to intrigue in the future too..
Great:
and I donāt pay you compliments,
because
unlike my eyes,
my mouth is refusing to lie.
Its true, isnt it? š
True, and also the right thing to do. No mixed signals or leading on. So it’s a combination of kind and cruel, ha
Kind and cruel – thats me! Haha
Ha! I’ve only seen kind, so I guess I’ll be on the alert.
Haha, well… Maybe not to you.
:):) ok
Ha, I like the sound of that. Maybe we can work on that maybe š
Thirst was quenched well before morning.
Mmmm. Yes…
Absolutely wonderful!
If that’s the morning after, let the night never end.
Golden words…
That was amazing to read… Your message is so vivid and direct…
Thanks!!!!
You wrote a good poem.
Bravo!
Always a sting in the tale š
Owly must be a Scorpio methinks.. dangerous with a fiery temperament! š
Owly is not a scorpio š i wish! š
I bury my coldness
in the rising steam from a cup.
I donāt pay for my drinks
and I donāt pay you compliments,
because
unlike my eyes,
my mouth is refusing to lie.
I wish I could say these words. This is a WOW poem for me. I’ll have to come back when I find the courage, just for the coffee, hold the creamer.
You know how much i appreciate your comments and opinion, Beth…
Milky coffee reminds me of an Arab lover with the most marvelous skin from not so long ago.
Its a beautiful coloured skin.
ouch
Intriguing….