Love, Dreams, and Coffee (rough draft)

Sensual thoughts to a first love

I still take my coffee the same,
A pinch of white and a pinch of sweet.
It's been over two years but
When I open my eyes there's still an afterthought.
My chest burns and my eyes water; not in melancholy but in passion.
Your first can never be replaced or outdone.
We share a bond that can't be erased.
You are tattooed under my eyelids
Where only my dreams can find you.
The damage is done, the salt has been pressed into the wounds.
We have recovered. We have grown apart.
There will always be passion, and my chest will forever burn.

I close my eyes
My hands are weathered but they hold you as they once did.
I know he didn't hold you like I do...
My feet have stiffened but you still try and reach for them with yours.
I wonder if you reach for his...
My back aches but is much stronger.
I will break mine for her...
I wonder if they will break theirs for you.
My eyes open
My chest is hot and my eyes damp
I turn over, my back forcing me to labor
She's is beautiful and calm
I reach over, I kiss her cheek
I paint freckles with my nose and my eyes shout "I love you"
I step out and my feet express how they are proud of were they've been.
I move forward, my eyes fixed on something more.
I don't look back. That's what dreams are for.
*sip*
Like my coffee, our poetry is bittersweet

Author's Note

This is a rough draft of one of my first poems. Looking for criticisms on format, punctuation, style, and redundancy.
Understand certain punctuations are intentional while others could be mistakes