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A Poem by Ryun Cushing

The 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 Im trying to say is...I really enjoy coffee.

© 2014 Ryun Cushing


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Added on June 19, 2014
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A Poem by Ryun Cushing


Indeed. Indeed.

A Poem by Ryun Cushing