Coffee... Oh coffee
Rich in color, bitter in taste
Like the sweet kiss of an unfaithful lover
Or a pretty flaxen scarf upon my face

The buzz of sensations
Invades my foggy mind
But does it clear it, to sharpen the senses?
Or make useless every action I tried?

My bones have lost their quiver, the buzz is wearing off
I feel now only a dull shiver
And the ache from the loss of Your presence
My feelings have gone like a dry river

But it will not stay dry forever
It has watered a seed lying in the mud
While the feelings are gone, the strangeness has left
The love I have for you will be ever coursing through my blood.