Two inches of coffee in a tall glass.
Steaming, hissing as it slinks to your lips.
A thin ribbon of mist snakes out,
Sneaky, also apologetic.
Like it was embarrassed being there at all.
Poor, sexless child of heat and cold.
Hardly does it touch the surface
When the cold air swats it away, cruelly.
A vanilla wafer conjured out of your desk drawer
(You gluttonous love, you)
Dunked into my half-empty glass
Soaks up all my organic arabica goodness.
Just as you soak up all my time, my energy, my life-fever.
My woody-sweaty-nicotine flavoured wafer-dude.
Coffee love!!
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