Poems for Lovers and Sinners
Coffee Mate
It was nauseating this rendezvous with my father
The one who walked away while I lay asleep
Who never sent birthday cards, I didn't exist
Extinquished, jettisoned like an heavy weight around his neck
Until the letter fell on the mat, an invitation to mocha coffee
To see this figure from the past made me angry, yet sublime
Should I dress up or be ordinary, just little old me, after all...
He wouldn't know the difference would he? would he
Recognise his baby girl, now a woman, now a mother
I walked up to the mirror image, there were possibilities
He belonged to me, somewhere in my deep past, the nose
Sculptured in Semitic form told me the past was frozen
I understood and felt this from the false smile and hug
He threw around me; I returned the favour with resilience
I realised this rendevouze was only a passing in the night
Would be just what it was, a quick coffee then goodbye.
B...
The one who walked away while I lay asleep
Who never sent birthday cards, I didn't exist
Extinquished, jettisoned like an heavy weight around his neck
Until the letter fell on the mat, an invitation to mocha coffee
To see this figure from the past made me angry, yet sublime
Should I dress up or be ordinary, just little old me, after all...
He wouldn't know the difference would he? would he
Recognise his baby girl, now a woman, now a mother
I walked up to the mirror image, there were possibilities
He belonged to me, somewhere in my deep past, the nose
Sculptured in Semitic form told me the past was frozen
I understood and felt this from the false smile and hug
He threw around me; I returned the favour with resilience
I realised this rendevouze was only a passing in the night
Would be just what it was, a quick coffee then goodbye.
B...
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