Jasmine

a series (pt. 2)

Good morning
The east rises in glory
as we do with coffee.
Above, a smiling Aphrodite
watching her fruits, beauty.

Sunday, 4PM
Paperbacks in hands;
A stolen, loving glance;
Gold streams from outside;
Our souls revived.

Vision
Coffee breaks of our choosing;
Autumn's cool air whistling;
Free, fulfilled breathing;
Smiling at you and sighing.

Beachside
Acoustic strings singing by the beachside;
the ocean waves at the sight of us.
The sun floats down as our walls hide:
your gaze and smile are my paintbrush.

From Afar
Caffeine shots in a glance;
Watch my eyes dance
as I freeze in a trance,
hoping, knowing I've no chance.