on the counter, next to the sugar bowl
Bone-white with a swirl of residue
on the inside, a silhouette of past
consumption adhered to its delicate walls
I drink from it at times with the hope
it’s you I taste, a bittersweet burst of
vibrant havoc in an aromatic sip
But it’s only a roasted bean on my tongue,
not you, not anything, only the swill of absence
When I replace it beside its granular soul mate,
my fingers caress your warm abandoned lip,
Lonely skin tracing your vanished ceramic kiss.
With April being National Poetry Month, I felt it was the perfect to time to be inspired to write. I’m not a poet by any stretch of the imagination but this is a great time to get the creative juices flowing and at least make an effort. And you should too. Write away, folks. Unleash your inner poet!