waking thirst

a good cup of coffee

waking in the gloom,

of midafternoon,

 

twisted amongst the

chaos of naked silk sheets,

 

it's to hot for coffee,

yet,

I have the craving thirst of a

1000 year old,

vampire,

 

my veins cry for the

roasted,

perculated,

bean.

 

my senses yearn for the soft,

intoxicating aroma,

waifting,

towards me.

 

a shudder of pleasure,

the rythm of my

slowly

beating heart,

 

a relaxing sigh

of relief,

 

gazing thoughtfully,

into the eternal blackness

at the bottom of the cup,

 

thinking

 

god coffee is good.

Reviews

[Sara Mercury]

I love a good coffee! I'm a coffee addict for sure! Better that than alcohol, yes? This poem had me almost smelling a fresh pot of it brewing in the other room...