Coffee

You are a coveted dark roast.

I do not need you to wake up,

but I do need to wake up to you;

no better reason to rise in the morning.

And one cup is never enough,

nor your presence just at dawn--

I savor you throughout the day,

my all-season, all-weather indulgence.

Where in grief, in joy, in stress, in calm

I crave you

on my lips, my tongue, my throat:

your warmth in my veins is ecstasy.

No matter how often I may taste you,

my heart always beats in eager anticipation

of the next sip.