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
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