The dark, hot kiss of coffee
Goes well with the edge of dawn
All dreaming is done, the day is begun
And a memory of love will be gone

I welcome the sun and its  nuclear fire
Inferno that sears my soul's malaise
In the heat of its round I make no sound
As the memory of love boils away...
The memory of love bubbles and burns
And it spits and it churns...
The memory of love boils away...

8-22-21
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