Poem By Tiwan Cruz: Coffee Sippin’ Sun Ray Swoonin’

She’s a Sunday morning beauty

coffee sipping, sun ray swooning,

an individual light

Yes ma’am I see you

and hell yeah

I feel you

Voice so soft and polite

profoundly gracing

the inspiration

of artistic freedom

exploring the subliminal

healing the legally blind

opening their eye

An heiress to back porch evening vibes;

with acoustic skin

strumming chords that Lauryn Hill lives in

A Beauty like hers is so persuasive

it’s only right I pronounce her name in cursive

Coffee sippin’ sun ray swooning

Sunday

Morning

Beauty

Let me take your picture

I need to capture this rarity

and place it in a time capsule

this face needs to be seen in the future,

wall mural your features

to be remembered like Mona Lisa

Coffee sippin’ sun ray swooning

Sunday

Morning

Beauty

Let me kiss that smile

and decorate your fine

I keep you on repeat

Place cassette tape back in recorder

and press rewind

Gotta continue listening to your vibe

Coffee sippin’

Yes ma’am I see you

and hell yeah

I feel you

Coffee sippin’ sun ray swooning

Author Tiwan Cruz

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