Bleary eyed, feet tied up with invisible 5 pound weights, the air is mingled with whirring and quiet murmurs between customers and baristas. Earthy sweet scents caress the hair on the nape of my neck and push me around like a puppet. Sleep whispers demonically, tugging on my eyelids, so I reach out for encapsulated warmth. It soaks into me, a deep, rich river of energy rushing through my canyons and mountain paths.
Eyes dark, chocolatey, hair like bark, skin speckled with earth, and Brown elixir spilling down my throat, nature is recapturing my muscles and bones. Breath snakes out of me, pigments of grounds, warmth, whipped cream on top.
Brushing finger tips in passing, static love evaporates my forcefield. I feel life loosen my limbs, spread like roots into my sleepless brain.
You are tied up in twine in my head; bookstore, soft couches, cardboard slips to keep our palms from burning, sweet lips like cinnamon. We pass these cups, a ruse for our overwhelming hearts, back and forth to each other. Porcelain accompanied with bird song and brewing; you're tinted with the smells of coffee. Kisses deep, hot, fill me with a rush of life, want and need for existence.
The sun is slipping up, clouds are its guise, but we know with certainty. Huddled together, sides fused, steam framing out cheeks. Silence is full of sounds: sipping, heart beats, clothing on skin, eyelashes closing, irresistible smiles. I feel it when I look at you, a warm river rushing through my landscape, soaking into my blood, becoming my reality.
This week the theme was ‘coffee’. I wanted to write about coffee as an object, through descriptions, but also as an experience. I drink coffee every day, so I have a lot of memories associated with it.
I have also had the pleasure of waking up with the person I love in the morning and brewing coffee together. I know it’s a simple experience, waking up with a cup of joe, but I find so much joy in the little experience. I can’t help but revel in the love of the little things.
Initially, this poem was meant to be just that. But as i continued to write i realized that a lot of my recent memories were tied to my partner. We had our first date at a coffee shop, in fact.
In addition, Painting with coffee was a really fun and interesting experience. It came out much darker and more beautiful than I could have hoped. It also holds the smell well and is extremely calming to be around. The coffee grounds in the darker part of the painting hold a wonderful texture.