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You wait on the couch
I turn the faucet
counter clockwise
to fill the kettle
twist the stove
dial to high
set the kettle down
the coil changes
colour
black to orange
liquid hisses
I shape the filter
to a cone
fit it into the hard
plastic holder
spoon out Folgers
one two and a half
spout steam signals
water reaching boil
I lift the kettle tilt it
til it soaks the filter
brown grounds float
aroma releases
memory
mug fills
like an hourglass
counting
liquid rises
I peek underneath
anxious, pour
a touch more
a touch
dregs drain
in the sink
mug warms palms
deep breath
you like yours
dark and bitter
I like mine
dark and sweet
chest pounds
I steady myself
for steps
across the room
place the mug
on the table
bend knees
careful
not to spill
your eyes
fixed to the page
I wonder
how long
it will be
until the next time
we make love.
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