Friday, December 03, 2010

Mornin' Musins': Cold Coffee

Cold coffee, how I love you. How I love your bitter coolness on my lips, the soft chill of your mug, your gentle sloshing undulations, your opaque ripples. I loved you last night when you were hot and fresh. I love you still in this dark chill of morning, your former warmth given to the world. Others say: hot coffee or no coffee! (or at least iced). I take you as you are, always and forever (unless you're decaf). You are my dawn, the sunshine spreading across my dark heart, the glow quickening my brain. Though you are cold, you warm me. Cold coffee, how I love you.

3 comments:

  1. Prose-poetry Friday.

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  2. Anonymous8:34 PM

    Is your wife not jealous?

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