Coffee Dreams

I keep fingering this coffee

cup like it is a woman

and I want more. Subtle beyond

any sarcastic approach in-

to narcissism; relaxed

in the succulence

of tension.

The rim of the cup even tastes

like a

woman: so porcelain, delicate-

fresh like it was just washed.

     But the shakes are mine

not hers.

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4 comments on “Coffee Dreams

  1. GRETCHEN WILSON says:

    OK, NOW THIS REALLY MAKES ME WANT A CUP OF COFFEE! GREAT JOB IAN!!

  2. glpease says:

    Wonderful, especially the final lines. Like Gretchen, I want another cup right now, and it’s WAY too late for that. Damn. 😉

  3. A beautiful poem, Ian. I admire tension between the aggressive/confident tonal elements and the vulnerability of the “shakes.”

    It’s a nice read. Thank you.

  4. iansforest says:

    Thanks everyone, these poems are mostly from an unpublished book of poems I wrote (and still add to) called Clock Chapter Poetry, there is a section of it called “Coffee Poems” which is an all day obsession for me:)

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