Coffee a time

My kettle is hot preparing what I want

She came out dark and looked delicious

Her smell waved hi to the pouring rain

And settled in a cup with sugary base,

My desk waited to grip her

And my fingers, to cross with her

First sip, whirled my head

Because she knew i wanted it!

The second sip, spooked my dead inspiration

Because she knew i deserved it!
The third, refreshed my savory ideas,
Because she knew i am in need of it!

The sips went by filling the self-perpetuating void

Where on earth is it growing!

Only the one who sips knew it why!

She helped me move

And I became a Coffee,
Which energizes the soul in whole,

And the remaining of her became something beautiful

Proving that I am still alive to create it!

I smiled at it for a long time,

She did the same for a long time!