my morning cup

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beans ground to black dust
soaked with scorching water
dragged through paper filter
fills my cup


eyes fluttering open
arms stretching far
toes pointing downward
fills my cup too

arms twined around
knee tucked behind knee
ticklish hair in my face
cupped full

sip and savor all three
the coffee, the hug, the stretch
and every new morning
you fill my morning cup

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