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café noir
she reminds of black coffee:
a little too bitter,
not much of a smile
to add sweetness
to daily encounters.
a taste that's acquired
it changes too quickly:
encounter, to habit, addiction;
enjoy her with measure,
too much of her presence
could rob you of sleep,
a study in darkness,
light won't defile her
she's much too opaque
to be seen through;
drink deep from her surface
then taste what's beneath
without warning.
© Jon Bohrn (1999) ("rampart")
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