You wake me up each morning
Much to my delight
You know exactly what I need
And how to do it right
I’m still a little sleepy
Until I feel your touch
Your warmth flows into, through me
I love you, oh, so much
Maxwell, you’re a darling
I keep you in a can
And reach for you each morning
To kiss your face of tan
Your deep and robust passion
Arouses to the core
I know now I cannot
Live without you anymore
You'll never need to worry
No one can take your place
I sip you and inhale you
With a smile upon my face
Maxwell, you’re a darling
I love your coat of blue
And in the early morning
No one else will do
Maxwell, you’re a keeper
Perfection in a can
I wonder what would happen
IF YOU WERE A MAN
Janet Martin
http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/poetry-prompts/2011-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-6
Janet, I really love this poem! I feel the same way about coffee. Can't start my day without several cups of brew. And the ending made me smile! Following your blog though, I wonder if you also might share the addiction I wrote about. Take a look!
ReplyDeleteThat's a fun piece! Loved it!
ReplyDeleteI really enjoy my cafe first thing in the morning -- although it's a not Maxwell.
Of course if Maxwell were a man, he look an sound just like Ricardo Mountalban!
Googled and found this link to a Maxwell commercial: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l-0g6mp3g1M
Brenda, thanks for the chuckle...
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