copyright (c) 2007 by Jophen Baui
Coffee-mug seduces my dry lips
Coaxing me to plunge but what gives?
While it sits smug on my desk
Wistful reflection hails hope
For a day's pall.
Memo listings and dates
Romance monotony. But our affair was a habit
Like a baby's sucking of its mother's breast.
Weaned, I whimpered in want
No severe savor, no sobering tang.
Caffeine, where indeed was thy sting!
Quick! Immerse myself in opaque creek
Dive in pitch-black, mordant dip.
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