Sending My Mind On Vacation
As morning arises I pop open
a canister of black silk.
Grounds of mellow yum
I will brew into a
dreamland cup.
My palate will swim
in the amber-mahogany
sea and carry my mind
to distant realms
of tranquil bliss;
a magical kiss
of ecstasy
as I float upon
celestial mind-seas.
By lunchtime,
mocha-mind has succumbed
to it’s favorite cappuccino;
for good measure, a pinch
of cinnamon will send me
to the ocean waves of
Jamaica’s sultry sun rays...ah...
the passion plays across
my tongue...
how I hate to return
to corporeality.
Nevertheless, I do,
secure in the knowledge,
that post-suppertime
I can settle down with
a warm caramel latte
and my cat’s warm body
snuggled in my lap.
Such moments
are honeyed treasures.
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