My morning mistress,
wiping lechers and false
sensations from the night
before from my palate.
My obsidian obsession;
percolated and fresh
purveyor of my day-
Bitter brilliance tantalizes
morning awakening, acquired taste,
or latent love, warm and complete
rolling off the toungue.
Onyx opacity, yet still I
see myself within this liquid
gold, rocket fuel for the mind.
Please tell me what you think
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Nice hymn to coffee. I'm a coffee lover myself but never heard anyone refer to coffee as "my mistress".
Very good! Stay well.
Rosa
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Sounds Great!
I agree with everything you just said. It is known in my house as the "Essence of Life". -
Good write. I like the brancing out into different topics you've taken on as of late. Lots of good images here. I dont' really have much to relate on the topic....I like how coffee smells...maybe u can make a scratch n sniff poem
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This is great, sean, and reminds me a little of my older poem, 'Temptress In A Coffee Pot', which uses a similar mistress/muse coffee comparison. Mine is a bit more on the erotic/sensual side. Anyway, another wonderful poem from your pen of many splendors.
David
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Your obsidian obsession. That line just gives so much imagery with an alliteration. I don't really know where you live but if you are in the same time frame as me, it would have been 4:30AM when you wrote this, and I have to wonder if you were trying to stay awake XD
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