Coming in from having been out in the cold too long
My clumsy fingers tremble in expectation
I can feel a deep mumbling, murmuring, purring
As steam rises from the dark, musty grounds
And memories of earlier flavors
Tickle into mouth watering anticipation
I breathe deeply of exotic aromas
I flick my tongue into the rich, earthy blend
It is hot, burning hot,
Simple hot
Hot, the way I like it
Too hot to really taste
And I know it can burn me
But if I don’t drink now
It can cool to a tepid, bitter mash
More complicated
And to save it I will have to add
Sugar or chocolate.
Marv Himmel December 1, 2010 ©