Drip drip drip
Water scalding to touch
Finds its way through rivulets
The many little dark pieces
Of my Italian roasted heart
Instantly heady with espresso aroma
Whipping the cold milk
Into piles of white froth
Taste the cream, sweet teaspoon after
Teaspoon on my tongue
Pouring in gently, the colors meld
The smell is so close.
And the first sip of the day
Greets me with bitter and smooth
Seduces my mind into each step
Forward awakening thoughts and
Movement revolving around the
Location of my mug on the desk,
On the counter, in my hand. Coffee
At my lips, and on the tongue.