Savored

Blend my spirit

into puree slosh,

coalesce ingredients 

that ignite 

the fringe of taste,

your tongue,

in sweet and bitter

me.

Condense me 

like milk, 

in novel brew coffee,

frappes that shear

delights chilled

in crumbled ice,

I am,

one who crumbles

benumbing easily,

muffled by the touch of 

warmth

likes it’s foreign.

Pulsate my ridges

like the shard glass broken,

and hope it doesn’t 

draw fissures in your throat,

tongue,

savoring buds,

I am taste,

you may digest

disgustedly ice

warped into bone.

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

Oh, dear coffee~ Lovely poem, and I absolutely LOVE coffee as well . . .

[demureminds]

Haha isn't it great? Thanks

[Antonio Valentino]

haha.. i remember reading how much you love coffee so this one really warmed my bean..

i love coffee too.. it stirs my imagination and stimulates my consciousness, just like your words, taken with two cubes of sweet enlightenment

espresso'ed.. so lovely

:)

[demureminds]

Haha oh my goodness, coffee is heaven.
"espresso'ed.. so lovely" I love that!
haha
read moreHaha oh my goodness, coffee is heaven.
"espresso'ed.. so lovely" I love that!
haha
Thank you.

[Antonio Valentino]

its the ink, of our sigh and howl..

:)