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odd.
i am.
you knew.
so why?
you touch my voice.
i respond
approvingly
why is this?
dutch coffee
is cold now
half finished
like us
we just met.
tasting sweet
hot and good.
first.
then set
to cool,
turn
bitter
and murky.
what is
this?
can it be renewed?
with the same
flavour
creamy
buttery
hot and good
too much at
first hits me
and leaves
distaste if
indulged too
suddenly.
but sipped
before cooling
getting to know
bit by bit
swallow by swallow
knowing intimately
slowly
lasting
so everything may
be
savoured
instead of
pouring a
half full
mug
down a
cold
steel
drain.

I couldn't find the words I wanted to say to him and the feelings I felt seemed unspeakable. 'Coffee' summs it all up. I love it!!

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