Caffeine Fiend

Imported from Guatemala . . .
Antigua seeds burnt to a cinnamon crisp.
Long armed siren with cup in hand.
The edge of her mug curls between my lips.
I fail to breathe.
Immersed in whole bean extracted richness.
Bliss . . . to which there is no finish.
Slowly but surely I lose it.
Milder Dimensions of taste coat thoughts like
Ethiopian tribal music.
Her aroma lingers on.
This coffee confusion shifts my position, belief system.
Openly exchanging her Bold Expressions for years of Rich Traditions.
Caught within the grasp of her floral scent.
Steeping in seductive steam, I dream.
My soul quivers, collapses, then erupts.
Intoxicated from 1,001 sips of Arabian Mocha Java Nite Cup.
With no additives or artificial flavor.
Momentary richness, strong intention to savor.