|
Post by goldenmyst on Apr 4, 2021 16:04:31 GMT -6
Burnt Umber Coffee Lass
Burnt umber tresses For pastel gym short lass Whose garb is suited for a jog Round the block of love But fits the coffee shop Like a tailored swimsuit For Florida at spring break But less daring than a bikini Hence fit with the decorum Of serving brew
She gazes up at her bearded coworker As though he were a shaman Whose masculine wisdom Can open doors for her femininity Secrets that perplex her That once revealed Can bring her more than a harlequin novel Whose fiction falls short Of the dark roast flavor too strong For all but true aficionados
|
|
|
Post by QueenFoxy on Apr 5, 2021 12:13:48 GMT -6
I'll have a french vanilla, please.
|
|
|
Post by goldenmyst on Apr 5, 2021 16:19:49 GMT -6
French vanilla coming up my friend! Love your tag. The perfect reflection of my barista darlings. XoXoXo John
|
|
|
Post by simpledip on Apr 6, 2021 23:23:01 GMT -6
She gazes up at her bearded coworker As though he were a shaman Whose masculine wisdom Can open doors for her femininity
He whispers useless adventures are made momentous by our own attention to detail-
the only way to derail the naysayer’s opinion of the probability of happiness
|
|
|
Post by goldenmyst on Apr 7, 2021 7:53:47 GMT -6
Fascinating poetic continuation of my poem my friend. You are brilliant both with your own poems and your sequels to my own. John
|
|