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