Would You Like Some More Coffee?

You know, I'd hoped. I was stirred.
I thought we'd be lovers. I never
Established a plan, but I saw us
Together as one, and the world
Would bend to our passion and
Brighten, its colors becoming
So lurid, intense, and each minute,
Each simple occurrence, would be
Almost too much to bear. That's
What I'd hoped, but the feeling
Diminished, and we've become
Friends, and our time together
Is pleasant. It is, but the world's
Unbent, its colors subdued. Our
Minutes are nice, like an afternoon
When it's neither too warm for clothes,
Nor cool enough to require a
Jacket; pleasant, yes, but hardly
Intense, and that, my dear,
Seems a shame.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-02-21 at 00:19

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