My Addiction

We each have our addictions, some fatal, some harmless, some we could learn to live without.

A beautiful concoction of special occasion,

Waking up the last sleeping brain cells,

Jolting the buds in my mouth, a bittersweet taste,

Spreading warmth through my entire being,

 

Oft burning the eager tongue,

Scalding the tops of buds,

But never learning from simple mistake,

Earnestly awaiting the smooth morning,

 

Unsweetened, allowing the true flavour,

Burning through the water and milk,

Dancing through my nervous system,

Keeping me on the tips of my toes,

 

A dangerous slope, this warm heaven,

Needing to wake me up at each dawn,

Keep me focused on the task ahead,

Attending to my need for sweet velvet smooth,

 

Cooling down, no longer a risk of flavour,

Gracefully exploding with taste and life,

Undertones of the rich bean, touched with white,

No need for added sweet for the flavour speak of own,

 

We each prefer our own, a different twist,

All containing the same heat, touch of bitter,

Dancing a different tune amongst mouths,

Soothing my addiction, for the time being,

 

A beautiful concoction of special occasion,

Earnestly awaiting the smooth awakening,

Dancing through my nervous system,

Attending to my need for sweet velvet smooth.

 

 

Author's Note

Drinking coffee, wanting more coffee, write about coffee. Obvious train of thought, can't believe it didn't occur to me earlier!

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved how you used the words.
"A dangerous slope, this warm heaven,
Needing to wake me up at each dawn,
Keep me focused on the task ahead,
Attending to my need for sweet velvet smooth,"
The above lines. So good. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.

[WillaDanvers]

Thank you very much :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.

[drew garner]

the think what i love about your work is something that other people take for granted, it is fundamentally sane and beautiful. I like two kinds of poetry surreal and nonsense verse but their is a third kind that holds a special place in my heart:sane poets (like Walt Whitman and Jim Dodge). the one's that find beauty in the secrets of the obvious and it's a gift, you have, in my opinion. I though I wouldn't like a poem about coffee but i enjoyed this because i think it is good to cling to warmth even if it is just the simple pleasure of kick-starting the day. and anything that fight's off the cold be it metaphysical or real, is worth praising. your writing has a warmth, don't lose that. and thank you for sharing it with us.

[WillaDanvers]

Thank you very much Drew! :D you are very kind!