Coffee Shop Sessions

Haiku

A haiku for children leaving the nest – as my eldest is about to start college. HaikuMama bird, don’t cry.She will spread her wings and soar,just like you taught her.When the storm clouds come,she will know the winds to face—trust in your teaching.And when she doesn’t,you will be there, guiding her,hand in hand, always.

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by kimraypoet

What the Tide Left Behind

I spotted you amongst the crowd so wide,with only a fleeting glance to spare—I feared this spark would not abide. A single brow I chose to flare,slipped a napkin, number scrawled,hoping you’d meet me somewhere. A love so bold, I was enthralled—our summer days felt like dragonfly dreams,in golden heat we laughed and sprawled. But like the tide, or sunlit beams,our moment faded, quick to die—like passing tourists, shifting streams. They leave, but still, they…

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Gravity Between Us

I’m in loveI’m aliveI feel connected to the stars in the skyDeep in my soul, heart poundingWeak in the kneesEvery time you kiss meLips gravitating towards each other’sLingering and breathing inEvery touch to the skinMelting, stimulatingA high that peaks over and over again

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Maybe Someone Else

Maybe someone else was supposed to be hereMaybe someone elsemakes you breakfast in bedMaybe someone elsewill give you what you needMaybe someone elsewill make you happyMaybe someone else…Maybe someone else…Maybe someone else…Maybe it’s someone else…Or maybe it’s me…Or maybe it’s me.

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I Loved You Quietly

Like a soft breeze,barely there but seenin the tender dance of tall trees,swaying gently.We never got caught upin the terribly fierce winds—preoccupied with the factthat my body was soaking wetfrom the previous storm.We were sitting, waitingfor the wave of rain to pass.And I was still standing.We were both standing,watching the sway of the trees.

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An Ode to Lost Possibilities

Never will it be us on a distant island,sprawled out across the white sands,thirsty for the hand’s eager reach,while waves crash against the salty beach.Never will it be us sipping drinks in a dive bar,stealing glances, linked arm in arm,swapping kisses in the soft moonlight,staying up all hours of the night.Never will we be lovers lost in a rage of lust,catching our breath between thrusts,tempting our tongues to tour every inch,bathing our flesh in sweat…

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Remember When

I want to remember you like this.I want to remember us like this.In the years ahead, when you’ll be across the roomand I’ll barely rise from the bed,I want to remember what it felt likewhen we were giddy in love.I want to remember the feeling of our hearts—with every chance we’d get—to smile and get lost in a lingering kiss. I want to remember when our knees went weakfrom your hands upon my face,our tender…

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Bits and Pieces

When I read your words,When I hear your voice,When your emotions run across the pageYour soul exposes itselfBut in factI know only pieces, Small portraits in time,And I want to know more. Details won’t changeThe impact you’ve had on meBut they’d refine the picture,The person I’ve come to know. Call me crazy but when we finally sit at a cafe,Mere inches away,I want to know how you take your tea,With milk or honey? I want…

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In need of a mind eraser

you robbed my years, my poems, my thoughts, with pleading for kisses, caresses, happenings of us. when there was only you with distant yearnings,and me with dead-end hoping. i’m in need of a mind eraser,a zap to the memories filled with fantasies. i’d rather have used my gift of words on social justice, the beauty of nature,the humble intricacies of humankind.yet, I search for my best poems for publication and all I see is the…

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nous avons tout le temps

This poem has been revisited often in the past few months. The original poem can be found here: Nous Avons Tout Le Temps Pour Nous. This final version below can also be found in Coffee Shop Sessions III: In the Arms of Love.

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Pink Moon Rising

overlooking the shoreline, a deep sigh forms releasing the exhaust of the day blowing in the direction of the cool breeze. I scan the shore expecting something or someone, but it never comes. the pink moon rises over the north sea and it hits me- this spot, this arresting moment is what I’ve been waiting for. consumed with longing, anticipation eats away at such glorious living moments. the wandering shoreline stragglers earlier in the day…

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Gray Man

She holds her tongue for a gray man with a smoking jacket that whispers ‘I love you’s’. She holds her tongue for crumbs on countertops, hairs on bathroom sinks, unwashed hands, and mornings with unbrushed teeth. She holds onto passionate kisses and long embraces under sheets that heat up to a thousand degrees. She presses on for hard fought moments of desire. She gasps for air but the smoke blocks her way, burning a hole…

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Tuesday Morning

Between these luscious thighs, the back of a lover’s head is held firmly in place while riding undulating waves originating from his face. Without effort, much to my surprise the recalling of poetic words from another voicestill sends me to the highest point of ecstasy, wishing it was your body, your hands holding me closeBut this out loud, I cannot confess. Mouthing a few of my favorite verses, cutting through the heart of all this…

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Say It Plain

vacant eyes search for a signI could be magnetic and willing,but he doesn’t regard the ocean depths of me, the aching for more, for poetry–ah, the dreadful unwillingness to see.talks of our daily routines, the weather,adding comic relief and little simplicities–but he doesn’t observemy profound need for intimacy.to stand there in front of mesearching for an inexplicable connection,to speak volumes more than mere words,but our souls drift in different directions.with our hearts beating to a…

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What’s Your Flavor?

Across a vast majority of this towna lonely routine circles around: no one to stiror consume my gracious ways.A scoop of plain vanilla under bright sprinkles,when the only thing that anyone wants is the cherry on top;I yearn to be that sweet and juicy.I want others to see me, to feel worthy to be seen.Yet here I am watchingthe line out the door, circling around the blockfor the newest flavor of the month. I consume negligence…

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