Coffee black, is like bitter water
Too quick
Too much hot liquid
No mystery to it

I like my coffee with cream
Powdered cream that adds the smallest bit of thickness
To the dark water
Followed by a shot of flavor
Flavor that unfolds with warm beauty when it
Flows over your tongue

As though the flavor will also enhance the next words
To leave your lips
Words kissed with sweetness and warmth
A soothing coat to quiet any bitterness

You know you have enough cream in my coffee
When it matches the color of his skin
Caramelly, earthen, warm, silken...
Smooth like the swirls of the spoon as you stir
Sweet like his warm lips sweeping over mine
Warmth that flows over the tongue
Glides down the throat
Enveloping the sleeping parts and kissing them awake

I love cream in my coffee in the mornings.