Coffee
The smell, so rich from my bed.
The aroma clears my head.
Up I come, down the stairs, feet heavy, first thing.
In the kitchen, I sense the liquid gold,
tempting me awake.
Into the cupboard, I grope with eyes full of sleep.
Alas, my favorite one I do keep.
Slowly, I pour, savoring the seductive scent.
Cooling breeze I gently sigh.
Just a sip I must steal.
Far too soon, my tongue reveals.
Impatiently, I wait.
Finally, the luscious elixir crosses my lips,
into my mouth, fully awake.
The morning thirst I do slake.
Copyright © Linda Smith | Year Posted 2005
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