You are the quench to any thirst for water; in the driest of a desert. You are the North Star; sought for release in this anguish. As our feet burn on this tireless journey.
You are the sunrise; peeking through the cracks of weary eyes. As we wrestle from another restless night. Our bodies ache in every crack & crevice.
You are the smooth taste of reasoning in every sip. As these nostrils open wide to embrace your aroma.
How your beauty flows. Where Millions have walked a mile. Traveled a distance over time for hours, if not struggled to stay awake; until the moment came. Of sipping from that cup of decadence..
You are the best part in every morning are late night story we've shared. As we sat patiently & watched how you warmed up in every pot. An embodied mellow of brew. Waiting to be poured into our cups. To mentally stimulate every inch of US.
Maybe today; we have something different to communicate. Over every sip of his or her; cup of Java...
Bon Appetit!
