Coffee

Bright sunlight bathed beige walls
populated with prints
espousing the finest coffee

The white face of her watch
was like a full moon fixed in orbit
around the large circular table where she sat

Her mass of black hair was held up in a clip
like a giant clam where tendered tendrils
spiralled like moths licking the naked flame of milky flesh

Dressed darkly she had the demeanour
of a cluttered house where cats scurry from draughty corners
for the prize of warm corpulent thighs

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