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Fatal Breakfast
They come and go leaving on the shores
a foam full of crumbs
of which he cannot hold on.
on a mountain of golden brilliance,
yellow cubes melt on top
of a now unattainable sweetness.
That one day it would not be able to jump in time
from my memories to fall
in its longed for placebo.
and it had always succeeded.
Until today, that withdrawal syndrome
it has conquered prudence.
to the taste of a honey
that reminds us of your lips.
of this breakfast
free of the gluten of your sweetness.
This text came from the name of a post I read a long time ago entitled: "Money And Chocolate | Micro Terror Story". For some reason I came up with the idea of a dream or illusion that you drop into a cup of chocolate during breakfast and end up drowning.
From that idea, the text evolved in a matter of minutes and ended in what you have just read, a work in which chocolate is substituted for coffee, but the rest of the idea remains. I hope the text has been to your liking, and until next time.
Thank you very much for reading this post and dedicating a moment of your time. Until next time and remember to leave a comment.
Your poem, which nostalgically recalls the love encounter, from that special moment that is breakfast, is built of suggestive visual, tactile and gustatory images that allow us to experience almost sensorially the emotion presented in it. Greetings, @bonzopoe.
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