Coffee Prince

Poetry by | October 15, 2017

My early memory of
My mother is her
Breasts smelling like
The ground coffee
Rich and dark like the earth’s

I remember sucking on to
Her for milk lazed with
The coffee smell of her skin
And in the morning hours thereafter
That earthly aroma fades

Only the clink-chank of my teaspoon
As I stir a fresh cup of brewed coffee
Brings me back into the days
When I sucked for milk
Lazed with the coffee memory of her.

May Mundiz is a senior high teacher and a part-time Arts appreciation professor in Surigao. She writes, paints, and acts.

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