I want to know the color of your eyes, not just the browns and greens of them, but by the specific Pantone colors of their constellations.
I want to know by rote how your tongue forms the syllables of my name, the way your lips make words in the dark.
I want to know your skin like I know these sheets, how they caress my shoulders, hug my hips…where they rest against my belly.
I want to know you by sound, the way I know I’ve poured enough water in the pot for coffee we’ll drink by moonlight at 3.
HAPPY NATIONAL COFFEE DAY!
This poem appeared in the anthology Coffee Poems: Reflections on Life with Coffee published by World Enough Writers, 2019.