I've always been a shitty poetess. That said, this is a poem I wrote today, while bored out of my mind at work.

Coffee

I grasp a styrofoam cup filled with coffee
Heat seeps into the skin of my fingertips
When I touched the skin on your chest
The heat of your blood seeped into my fingertips
The ghostly steam swirls upwards
Into the frozen air of February
Your ghostly breath swirled outwards as you sighed
Into the frozen air of December
I press my lips against the lips of the cup
Its saliva is bitter and black on my tongue
I pressed my lips against the lips of your mouth
Your saliva was bitter and white on my tongue
The cup grows cold in my hands
I shiver
Your affection grew cold
You slipped away from my hands
I shiver