Talking Poetry With the Coffee Water

The water pan, afire, do not listen. don't speak, what if listen or speak, it's because of its hiss... I say... It doesn't understand... or respons me by doing bubbles. may speak bubbling, or talk when it gets hot... If so, I understand it as ocean wave making bubbles... And who wants to tell me its water adventures! the most it heats up further i understand it... I put out the fire... I pass coffee. it now recasts in its aromatic pool exults in the bathtub and cloudy exhales... Now it's delicious, tasty coffee... !