The Forbidden Fruit Was a Coffee Bean

by Franco Bertucci

The flesh is weak.
Saint Paul was right,
I know,
when the smell alone, of coffee,
can almost break me.
And then a woman asks,
"Do you want some?"

Yyyyeeeeeees.

I am conquered, vanquished, skewered.

Awkward Guy

Poems and other embarassing things. 2010 Franco Bertucci