A Second Helping

Of the dark, offered in the morning cup, and the chill of salted caramel cream, spooning after an impervious dream and clink-clink spell of alarum abrupt, comes the ceramic to sip, birdsong up. Fruity-caffeine drips into the bloodstream. Imagery from a black forest daydream. Pleasing sense and bonny sounds come to sup. Draining of dregs, at last bit - bottom’s cold. The Cupid sheet, vanilla, clings to spouse. The warmth of my body under his skin. The vigor of unharnessed dark horse bold. His stirring, a second helping, aroused. Pastels of cockcrow flutes, dawn’s violins.