Seattle's

Nothing like a cup of Coffee.

I stared at my cup

The coffeemaker brewing my afternoon

shot

And I'm waiting...

I then filled my cup with bitterness

Blackness and melancholy

Shadow so lonely

With my teaspoon as I stir

And my lips passionately waiting for its

touch

They long for it like the desert yearns

For the rain

I cupped the sorowful mist

Its aroma crushed my chest with grief

And I heard it drumming

Who then says that only love

Can make lovers' hearts beat?