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Extra Hot, Extra Wet, Extra Shot


Early impatience to your inevitable lateness

Love's fresh aroma makes my heart beat

Awaiting half Irish steampunk entrance

Mixed black and bitter - dusted vanilla sweet


Crowd well scanned for anyone we know

Cappuccino obediently essenced to your liking

Before sitting with me in comfort, and on show

We box witty as hares – tease, half chastising


Two serpents born out of a twist of silver

Amongst stranger spectators, taking palm to unfold 

Eyes closed, you kiss me, put ring on my finger

From that moment - I’m yours to have and to hold


Startled by your sincerity, milky froth all dregged up

Extra hot, extra wet, extra shot - now in my coffee cup.


© Katypoetess 2013


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◄ Anthony and Katypatra

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Nigel Astell

Mon 11th Feb 2013 15:32

Don't let that coffee go cold

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Ray Miller

Sun 10th Feb 2013 11:11

Nice poem. I'd like to see a half-Irish steampunk entrance. That would be summat, but I'd be "awaiting" not anticipating.
hares - not hare's
There's a fine, unforced rhythm except for this line -
Amongst stranger spectators, taking my hand bold

bold is not the word to end this line on.

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