Just inspired by the memory of a particularly good morning. Tried to put something in words that kind of represent the mood of that day. Figured the best time.to start would be morning lol. Hope you enjoy. Thanks for reading.


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I'll start with the ending.  The company and the moment are what make the coffee great, as there is no mention of flavor, type of roast, etc.  This notion is parallel to having a favorite mug.  If the person is right, if the circumstance is right, the contents of seemingly mundane interactions are elevated, much like a favorite mug elevating the act of drinking coffee.  The experience requires nothing fancy nor out of the ordinary to be great.  


To me, the peak intimacy happens early.  Passing the cigarette between yawns.  Co-indulging a vice, swapping germs, the yawns hazarding the projection of morning/coffee/cigarette breath--that's the showcase of how close the people are.

I really like the way I was able to visualise and picture everything you describe in this piece it really captured me all the way to the end. Thanks for sharing!

The early birds sing from the pines 

The grass was blanketed in dew 

Air was crisp, felt good against skin 

Porch was perfect for our coffee 

We pass a cigarette between yawns


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You bite your lower lip, with half a grin 

You looked shy, with innocence 

"So about last night"  you smirked 

I sipped my coffee with smile 

I remember cicadas buzzing in rhythm 

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We sat there nursing our coffee some

You drank from your favorite mug 

Pink with white polka dots, kind of basic 

We talked about so many things 

I laid my hand on yours, great coffee



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Great Coffee