Cup of Coffee
by Ken Harnisch
And what shall be the aftermath
If your smile bewitches me?
If I approach and ask your name
If you should join me for that
Cup of coffee in the sun?
Will it all be wrong? Will we merely talk?
Will I regale you with my stories
Will you astound me back with yours?
And then, as shadows lengthen, shall we rise and laugh
Say our bittersweet good byes
And walk away, wishing otherwise?
Or will we act on impulse
Say the words without them forming
Find a place that is more quiet
And there, indulge
In that divine and torrid consequence
That was always back there, floating in our minds
Posted on 11/07/2003
Copyright © 2021 Ken Harnisch
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Maureen Glaude on 11/08/03 at 12:31 AM|
mmm. the mystery of those early coffee together moments. Well capsulated here, and one always remember afterward if they take cream and sugar or black
|Posted by Kate Demeree on 11/09/03 at 04:15 PM|
There is something about coffee poems... nostalgia seems as much a part of them as cream and sugar to a cuppa.
|Posted by Charles E Minshall on 11/10/03 at 02:42 AM|
Careful a cup of coffee can get ya in trouble.
Fun poem Ken....Charlie
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/10/03 at 05:43 PM|
Excellent brew of poetential romance/mating and coffee beans. Works fine without that second last line. Adds new meaning to "afternoon delight."
|Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 12/03/03 at 09:59 PM|
The thought process of the speaker leaves me so enthralled I want to know what happens!