Cold Coffee

One of my personal favourites, I hope you enjoy.

I may not be as good

as the coffee

that stains your lips

and carries you throughout the day

And I may not be as good

as the sunset's reflection

on a warm summer evening

But at 6am

I will turn towards you

and plant my lips

on the bridge of your sun-kissed nose

and softly kiss your fluttering eyelids.

I will trace the contours of your lips

with achy calloused fingertips

simply because I love you.

I may not be as good, 

but I promise you

I will try my hardest to be enough.