Black liquid exotic,
Your sweet aroma entices
and awakens dreams
of wild Africa, Papua New Guinea,
of puppets dancing in the shadows
of Java
Throbbing
the senses, aroused
Pulsing, dark rivers
of Indochine
Awake!
Awake!
The lover calls
I am yours; you are mine
Alive.
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Ode to Coffee
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