10)A Poem by Ryun CushingThe glowing warmth that curls around your lip as the foreign, substance
passes your mouth and enters your throat passage. A catharsis of the facial
muscles through hot compression of liquid against skin; it is a delight only to
be greeted with a momentary absence of the mind. It beckons to be felt, and
demands that its flavors be tasted. What I’m
trying to say is...I really enjoy coffee. © 2014 Ryun Cushing |
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