Full bodied. A crimson blend.
Sugar and milk. Woah, transcends.
The sweetness over your toasty brew.

Years taken away. So was murky density.
Just sugar infused. Tis was culminated destiny.
Has elimination brought enhancement?

"Black. Just black"
Am I for real?
I embrace you for you. Smell. Taste. Feel.
Less for more. Will I soon drink an empty cup?

I'm appreciating nothing as everything anyway.