Darkly he steeps
Smoky and pungent, with
A hint of fruitiness in his
Lingering after-kiss –
Quietly intense, my
Robust and full-bodied
Creamy yet strong
Hit me up this afternoon
With your sweet sweet spot.
He loved coffee.
He wanted coffee.
She made them some coffee.
He said it’s too much, that coffee.
It scalded him, that coffee.
Doesn’t rejuvenate anymore, that coffee.
What good is non-rejuvenating coffee?
They had different preferences for coffee.
She stared at the cup of coffee.
Slowly turning cold, that coffee.
She tried to warm that coffee.
She wanted to scream, sometimes, at that coffee.
Still she never upsetted the coffee.
So it sits on the table, that coffee.
A single shot of a coffee.
Make it a double next time sweetie –
One more for the heart.
I used to drink instant
Coffee, artificially sweet with
Trace amounts of genuineness;
Until, by chance, I found real
Coffee – grind, heat and pressure in
Perfect measures, the perfect brew.
He steeps, relaxed
Pressed, I wait;
Depths of fruity
Dutch and black
Iced and intense
Floral and berry-like
I’d shake but he’s chill