Waking

Need for Fix

I wake at dawn with eyes still slits.

Coffee cups dancing behind my shades.

I want to keep sleeping.

But the dancing steaming cups have me in their grip.

So it's time to rise and get my fix.

Author's Note

This is just another goofy moment in my head and trying some new things for me to see if they work.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I understand this poem.
"But the dancing steaming cups have me in their grip.
So it's time to rise and get my fix. "
Coffee is my daily savior. Thank you for saving the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Willard Wells]

I know there are many out there that savor their cup of "JOE" and these are my people. Thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts on my piece.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.