Waking up to coffee–two cups, one accompanied by two fresh-baked cookies and half a power bar. Plenty of breakfast. As I sip, I read Coffee Poems, purchased recently after reading on Jen Payne’s blog that she’d had a poem published in this anthology. (Yes, all the poems are about, or at least mention, coffee.) Here is Jen’s poem:
Measuring Water by Sound
I want to know the color of your eyes, not just the browns
and greens of them, but by the specific Pantone colors of
I want to know by rote how your tongue forms the syllables
of my name, the way your lips make words in the dark.
I want to know your skin like I know my favorite sweater,
how it caresses my shoulders, hugs my hips…where it rests
against my belly.
I want to know you by sound, the way I know I’ve poured
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