This is a collection of thoughts and experiences of living in the urban jungle. Mind space is limited and my ink spilled over here. . .
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
The Burrow's Valentine Cafe
Every morning I cheat on my husband. I have tried to resist the temptation. I only end up with a pounding migraine headache.
I suffer from the absolute need for the delectable, awe-inspiring and indefinable quality of perfection you possess. No matter where I go, you are there. Every bodega, deli, diner and shop is stocked up with your warm, fragrant goodness.
I cannot be without you. Even while pregnant, I ran back to you. My husband cannot comprehend the magnitude of my desire for you.
I am forever enslaved to this legally addictive stimulant. I want you even now.
Image taken from Steven Evans, Wikimedia Commons.
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Now you made me want one too. I did avoid it when I was pregant or nursing but that was the only time.
ReplyDeleteLoved the post, most interesting to read.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
@ Susan/ Kelley- I really did try to stay off of coffee for my three pregnancies. I even stooped to drinking decaf and it didn't work. Thank goodness none of my children are ADHD. :D
ReplyDelete@ Yvonne- Thanks so much. It means a lot coming from you. I love your poems that are filled with such emotion and insight.
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