Blend, Do Not End

Blend. Sip your coffee.You blend to the colors
Of this room. Smell like a morning perfume of
Small red roses. Open palms. No collarbones.

Blend. Take your time. Familiar faces and freckled
Dreams. Blend, bend.

For God's sake, do not end.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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