first things, first
before i burst,
well,thats a blessed relief !!
coulda come to grief....
so easily.
it used to be,
put the kettle on
now it's slide
the plastic pod,
of coffee magic
in the slot.
lost the romance,
but i forgive,
as the coffee smell,
heaven scent
tickles, teases,
swirls and curls
in the predawn air
my nose hairs steam
and crema....crema
oh my giddy aunt!!!
i love the grind
of the bein' bean
my especial, expresso
blend
my bestest, favouritist, morning friend.
come to mamma's lips.
today....
is it gulps,
or dainty sips.
nectar in, either way
pulse begins, pupils dilate
lookin like another
beautiful day