coffee

i like coffee

here you are in my oversized cup
your constant breathing is seen escaping dressed as a ghost
here you call to me in burning bliss

hand in hand with a cigarette
i'm here in mourning
in the morning

your rough bean from bloodied hands working overtime
i don't ruin you with crystal sugar
i don't ruin you with mothers milk

i drink you strong and black like my men
i don't drink you white and fluffy



like the men i babysit in prison

so thank you for your bloodied hand beans

Author's Note

top of the head morning poem

Reviews

[Angel's Lady]

What a perfect tribute to that morning cup of java! Or so it would seem... ;) Great write.

[Seriana]

hehehe, coffee's good. ;)