you bleed into the finest coffee,
gulp a manic blush to
bitter’s end, tell me to hush, gently
ask, “where’s the nearest bar
that might accommodate
a breakdown of communication?”
i thought to tell you that it’s deep
with me, somewhere else,
but you’re the one who’s drowning
inspired by Noxalio's poem "there's plenty of coffee there"
forget me now 
I’m here through Nox. It’s good to meet you and your poem here. The words and the accompanying image are haunting.
hi, Elisabeth, it’s good to meet you too … and via the wonderful Nox – perfect!
i’m happy you enjoyed this … haunting, eh?
Shell, this made my day (in more ways than i can tell you) … and the painting? well … sublime …
blush and hush what a great pair of words / sounds, no?
love it!
i’m sooo relieved you liked, nay loved! this, dear friend!
waited to see if you did or didn’t before naming you as the inspiration but knew you’d like blush/hush
me too *heh