Coffee Sick

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.