pre-text: Just a literal interpretation of something visceral
muse: Gloria Jean's Cafe Mocha
As I cup you tightly in my hands
I hold you snug and close to me
Like you are the only thing that has ever mattered
You wake me up to life
And I'm reduced to a child- like gratefulness each morning
The heat permeates through the cup
Warm and fuzzy
From my hands to my heart
I lower my nose down for a gentle yet deep breath
And then I go "ahhh", letting go all the troubles I've yet to accumulate
This intimate ritual is my personal morning therapy
To start me off right
My quivering lip lowers down to taste you
Anticipation builds every time as if we were meeting for the first time
Will you burn me? Or will you be bold and strong? Maybe you will kill me with your sweetness
And then we finally come together and as I swallow cautiously
I feel you down my throat and then all throughout my being
You return the favor, you envelope me whole in your flavor
Every cell in my body feels like it is should: content
And then all is right with the world, and life.
