Coffee

Drinking in C~

We Singin?

No.

C o f f e e.

It’s in the way the liquid hits.

The ceramic cup held close, like a lover.

Delivered again & again.

Safety in the familiar.

Placed upon

Grips, gloves, holders, desks

&

Your clothing,

if an unlucky mornin’s also hit.

As I sit

Awaiting her readiness,

My senses are alive within,

Impatience overcometh.

Let’s face it

We all love it.

Delivered into my awaiting hands

I play with my cuppa’s far more tolerably temperatured-hand(le).

An entire world

This bright new day

All

Awaits

Just one little sip.

“Betcha can’t have just ONE.”

- Pringles

She sits in between my fingertips.

I stare

I do not rush her.

This flames cooling process.

As she is,

Every time

An individual.

One in her own.

Brushing the porcelain against my lips

I bring this morsel of life closer to my face.

I begin to take her in,

Layers.

Aromas of grandeur play beneath my nose.

I inhale the steam and softly blow.

Winds of ether upon her gentle

chocolately-toned surface.

As in the sun she grows.

I focus instead &

Tip her oceans, towards my open mouth

She doth flow.

Hot delectable lava reaches my lips

As she pours onto my eager tasting buds

Ahh these wrath’s of May.

This generous gift however,

Can be had everyday.

She plays on my emotions like a well-strung instrument.

Leaves her mark on my palette..

A painting?

No, rather

A bloody-obsessive & downright tasty habit.

(CNTRL-ALT-DELETE)???

I could never betray her so.

She is too good to me.

My baby

Welcomes me home

In the fall

I am held

Dropped as often as possible

Into her warm embraces.

A bevy of rich creamy comforting familiarity, enters my welcoming belly.

Oh but what of her foam..?

Contraire mon fraire~

Careful of minimizing such elation,

Especially in public spaces!

I pull this ‘cup o’li(f)e from me and feel the corners of my mouth lift to reveal the most satisfied sense of invited and unrequited taste.

What a glorious moment

Leaving me

As per usuale~

Only wanting more.

I smile.

A delight..

If only every morning you stopped to honor such monumentally overlooked highs!

Cause;

Coffee:

The color of my skin

The captain of your morning smiles & bright post-sleepy eyes.

In gratitude.

And

Deep reverence

Of all your forms.

Which shade do you take your mornin, Joe?