Ode To Coffee

Wake me up, 

my morning savior. 

My burning cup of brewed earth. 

My cream bathed, 

sugar dazzled, 

auburn sea. 

My flavorsome energizer, 

which lures my eyelids toward 

the ceiling each dawn. 

My surprise-filled grainy, blend. 

Will you be infused with hazelnut, honey, lemon, 

or just your pure, mocha-self 

this morning? 

My greatest addiction, 

you sit with me at the counter, 

tall dark and handsome. 

You tease my senses, 

tempt my lips. 

Your steaming, aromatic arms unravel, 

and draw my lips closer to you. 

You saturate my parched lips, 

replenish my fervor. 

My tastebuds' only lover, 

I cannot leave before I lap up 

every last bit of you. 

Drown me in your strong, caffeinated, 

serene body. 

The sad truth is that as I become more alive, 

you diminish. 

But I savor every last drop of you 

until you are all gone. 

We will meet again tomorrow morning 

in my quiet kitchen, 

where you will invigorate me once again, 

for the long day ahead.