Coffee Mat Stains
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Mark Heathcote
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May we spill the coffee and grind the beans
taste a snippet of moonlight as it creams
as love has us pampering to its dreams
let's not forget the burns and quarantines.
Loves neither here nor there if we don't care
a bolting mare will break her bridle, soon as-
mended - she'll upend tables full of chinaware
just so you too are aware, she has wrath.
Let us laugh till we cry and die-bleeding?
Such is love, such is passion if it's worth our salt.
Never let it be said in ways misleading,
or else there'll be a thunderbolt.
That a man or a woman isn't equal
as many great opposites do attract
and together, therefore, are made coequal
like coffee mat stains, we're the artifact.
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