Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

just the right warm

coffee, too hot to the touch
i wait, until it is just the right warm
for my fingertips,

it doesn’t burn too much
like my thoughts of you often do

the coffee was just the right warm
reminding me of the warmth
of your arm i would take

my palms pressed against
the fabric of your jacket
you were so warm, you
warmed up my heart

now, i try to remember
by holding warmth in
my hands, so we don’t feel
so far apart

© Tiny Fawns, 2018

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