Coffee

Darkness ebbs and flows, calling out

Tempting the light to come and play

Gradually the two mix together,

Intertwining into a light brown

Sweetness abounds right up front

With the bold bitterness hidden behind

Creating the perfect cup of coffee

Six Word Saturday

Six dogs atop me
Wanting breakfast

Internet Friends

Staring at a brightly lit screen

Watching fake names flash

Icons of unreal faces

Wondering who they are

And what they look like

No judgement of looks

Just knowing a personality

These people are friends

In the most real way

Mangoes

Her delicate fingers slide around

Soft, tender skin

The mango is ripe

And calling to be eaten

Her mouth tentatively takes in

The large, plump fruit

Trying to adjust to

A new taste and feel

Juices explode over her tongue

A sticky, sweet liquid

Some begins to escape

Trailing down her chin