I love the feel of warm coffee on my lips
Like warm kisses first thing in the morning
It reminds me of waking up with you
Oh, those splendid early hours
With the sun rising and our bodies
streaked with the rays of hope and love
I pull you close and we kiss
Radically connected
Not wanting to let go
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Let me be honest. I am finding this difficult. Now, I like a challenge, a stretch, a bit of an obstacle course. “Write about the decline of the British Empire in the form of a narrative poem in which your protagonist is an artichoke” I read, and flex my fingers. “Write a haiku to evoke the sensation of sibilance using only the first half of the alphabet.” “Well”, I think to myself, “this should be fun.” But “write about a system that isn’t working”? A system that isn’t working? Now? In 2026? ONE system? My favourite system that isn’t working? The sexiest system that isn’t working? The one giving me the most angst day to day? The one giving me the most existential dread? I am, as I say, finding this difficult. I will own that I have contemplated writing a thousand words on why the steady “all on” setting on my fairy lights is the EIGHTH of seven options which must be sequentially activated to get there, because that is a system that some fool came up with and it definitely doesn’t work, and now who is paying the price, eh? But how can I write about my fairy lights when…. When…. When….
By Hannah Moore5 days ago in Humans
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Lovely. I can see it. Sun streaming in, lying in bed. Maybe the coffee is near or the aroma is calling from the kitchen. Nice job.
This is great, and I feel the same way about my coffee.
Lines full of love 💕 great job👍
This is sensory-rich piece filled with tenderness. It's creative how you blended intimacy with everyday ritual. I would love to read a companion piece from a different emotional angle!
Very dramatic and sensuous, beautifully written .
This is very beautiful, great job! 👏
Ooh, this is warm and quietly passionate! That “radically connected” line hits deep! ✨
A picture! Nice to see you! The poem? Made me feel that yearning and longing.
Wry lovely 🏆✍️🍀🍀🍀