Palpitations
Perhaps, it is not the caffeine—
how dark it was in your cup
and the absence of creamer on it
that makes you shake right now;
perhaps it was something more
than what your lips could speak
or one that you, too, do not know
and so you blame it to your coffee
YOU ARE READING
Metaphors Beneath the Riptides
Poetry"Your I-love-you was like a scribble in a sand- At first it was there then next it was not" Metaphors beneath the Riptides An Anthology By Eos Pleuvoir 2020 Cover Made with Canva
