Coffee

I love the smell of coffee on my nose I feel the energy at my fingertips One sip dark and ripe like the reddest rose I admire the way I brew the tender the roast Beans black and ground to dusty grit I sit enjoy its pigment smoked like blackened toast Half is gone my mug stay waiting still Warm and muddy juice slowly descend I bend throat partake like communion, my finest thrill The smell of coffee lingers tepidly on the rim among the vessel I hold So bold as like my drink I start my day off splendidly -Jess