Sunday, October 5, 2008

To the Simple Pleasures

Transparent ghostly steam
escapes into the chilled air
as I caress your warmth.

Indulging in all that I can
before your heavenly body
becomes cool to the touch,

I cup you in between
my long fingered hands
as you warm me to the bone.

Savoring every drop of you
I drink slowly,
never wanting you to end.

You are my best friend
in the late frosty night
or just before dawn.

I can have you any way
my little heart desires...
black, creamy or sweet.

You are my peaceful moment
in a world gone mad.

You warm my worries away...
Thank you,
my little cup o' Joe!

© Vivian


mariposa said...

I love the imagery of this poem - it makes me want to drink something warm too :)

Also, thanks so much for the comment you left on my poem - it really encouraged me. I checked out - it's really interesting. I'll definitely look more into it - just need to find the time :) (And yes, I had seen your previous message about it.)

Also, thanks for the feedback - you are so right about how a poem is hardly ever finished. I did notice that stanza seven was a bit off - it was actually a problem with the blog (it wouldn't let me edit at all for a bit, which drove me a little crazy). Thanks for helping me!

Yes, I did take the picture. I'm glad you liked it :)

Vivian said...

Thank you, mariposa! This poem was born on a wickedly cold winter morning.

You are quite welcome for the've got writing talent! One thing all writers have in common: lack of time to write!

Later dudette! : )