Ode to the First Cup of Coffee

An Ode in the style of Pablo Neruda

Ode to the First Cup of Coffee

Straight From
Colombia,
Hand picked with
Blistered fingers
And
Manufactured.
Shipped
Over wavy
Fields of blue
Inside the
Metalloid bodies
Of sky kings.
Corporate seraphim
Provide
A safe haven
For me to buy
Bliss.

At home
Eager to try
And to taste
The scalding divine
Sans sugar
Sans cream
Sweet enough on its own
Coffee.
The smell wafts
Deliciously
As if powered
By some
Kind
Passionate
Jedi mind trick,
It must be
Too good to be true.
The first morning
Cup
Caffeinated rush of
Blood through
My body
Scream
On the mountain top
Better than chocolate
Better than sex
Jesus Christ                                                  
Eat your heat out.

Hot, Black
Extra strong
Like Denzel Washington
On steroids
And in form
Of liquid ecstasy.
The first kiss of
A new romance
Mug to lips
Slow savoring
Swig
I forgot one
Thing…
“Always wait for
It to
Cool down”
Says the blistered
Tounge.