Be I,
the broken cup
you stain in scarlet
sipping coffee;
lipsticked leisurely.
Be I,
the fumes that twist
its hungry fingers through
your moaning bangs
caffeinated eagerly.
Be I,
caress of sugar
melting on your tongue
invited
inside willingly
Be I,
be us. but no
alas
this coffee has gone
cold.
Today Grace hosts at dVerse and wants us to use imagery or personification (or both). I tried my way with a personification of various aspects of the coffee to get a bit of intimacy. Also, some imagery has been used.
January 4, 2021
Björn Rudbergs writings 
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This is absolutely phenomenal writing, Bjorn! 😀 I so love; “the broken cup you stain in scarlet sipping coffee;lipsticked leisurely.”💝💝
The taste – sensory delights leaps out for me, similar to William’s poem, This is Just to Say. From the opening passionate lines (lipsticked), it quickly becomes cold coffee (a hint of a relationship status).
Magnificent coffee personification here, Björn, and use of repetition gives it structure. My favourite lines:
‘you stain in scarlet
sipping coffee;
lipsticked leisurely.’
Shame the coffee went cold, but the heat seems to have been elsewhere.
Such a sensual personification of the coffee, fated to go cold perhaps forgotten in the heat of the moment!
This is an excellent piece of poetry, Bjorn. I enjoyed the comparisons. 🙂
a very sensual personification of one of our biggest addictions … but never cold!
‘lipsticked leisurely’
I like that image, so languid.
Oh my another of your poems that melt from inside out ~~~ be I.
You tell the tale of coffee so well. No matter how hot and satisfying it is when fresh, it always goes cold in the end.
“Caress of sugar, melting on your tongue, invited inside willingly.” snagged me brother. Men spend the majority of their time with women patiently waiting to be “invited inside”.
Hot, cold, with or without sugar…everything you write…YUM
Trust you, Bjorn, to turn a cup of coffee growing cold into a red hot sensual adventure, sadly cooling too soon.
Great stuff, Bjorn, I like in particular those” fumes that twist
its hungry fingers through
your moaning bangs”
JIM
Now I’m craving a frap, lol.
My fave:
“the fumes that twist
its hungry fingers through
your moaning bangs
caffeinated eagerly”
Yes, what is it of cold coffee. It has to be streaming hot to touch the expecting dry lips. The act of sipping tallies with the pic. Great!
Hank
Coffee ala Bjorn – amazing piece!
The first 3 stanzas are so sensuous–and the coldness so stark. Great use of both sound and imagery. (K)
Ah, coffee. That’s what I need this morning. Lipstick stains are so evocative of loss. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mvc_qoOmeMs
Björn, this is a beautiful, beautiful poem; and probably the sexiest Cup of Joanna that I’ve ever had.
Shabbat Shalom,
David
I really like this, how you’ve weaved a sensual closeness into a morning routine.
Bjorn, I’m working on a book with an artist friend who uses tea cups as a metaphor, and I wonder if I can suggest that we include this (I’d find one of his works that this fits)
It would be an honour
Witty seductive piece Björn – the desire for coffee and watching her in the morning and all the suggestive mouth and lip play – clever, charming and funny.
https://vinitsblog.wordpress.com/2021/01/09/over-a-cup-of-coffee-%e2%98%95/