The Watcher

The Watcher

A Poem by kelsie newman

Just something I wrote on a whim earlier today that I kind of liked!


I watch you as you
blow ever so gently
ever so softly
on your hot coffee.
You slowly raise
the white mug
to your lips.
How I long
to be your
white coffee mug
against your
soft lips.

I watch you as you
wrap your lips
around the butt
of your cigarette.
I watch as
you exhale
a cloud of smoke.
I long to be
that cigarette hanging
from your lips.
I long to be
the smoke that fills your lungs.

I watch you as you
cradle the book
in your hands.
Tracing your fingers
over the smooth pages. 
Curling your fingers
around the corners
as you turn the page. 
I long to be
the novel you hold.
I long to be
the words you read. 

© 2012 kelsie newman

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kelsie newman
Open to any comments or criticisms!

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Added on September 13, 2012
Last Updated on September 13, 2012
Tags: coffee, cigarette, novel, love


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