“Message in a coffee mug.”
What did it say?
Is it coffee speaking,
Or is it the mug?
I don’t understand.
I’m still sleeping.
Wait until the last sip is gone.
I’ll get it by then.
Let me drink you up.
Don’t burn my tongue.
I’m in no rush.
You smell good, my friend.
Your aroma wakes me up.
Your warm, liquid body
will put me on my feet.
What were you saying?
I think I’m ready now.
Now you’re quiet.
I know, I know
You’re empty now.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
I had to drink you,
Otherwise,
I wouldn’t understand your message.
Now I’m standing,
I’m ready to go.
The day is waiting
So is the hustle.
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