Pour the next coffee
When the cup gapes open
And the mouth yearns for another filling.
Let us know how it feels
When the drops flow with warmth
And flow down the gullet
Each ounce a production of love
Stimulating rapid growth of irises
Sharpening senses and awakening the mind
How does it feel to feel the heat?
The steamed milk and familiar fragrances
The deep brown darkness of hope in a cup
The riot of swirls as milk blends to coffee
The sound of a sugar lump dropped deep into an ocean
The reflection of soul upon the surface’s light reflection
The handle proudly standing out
Grip me, it calls loudly to you
You reach out, and the joy begins.
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