made to blossom—
the ground beans
brewed to perfection
what strength means
when bitterness settles
leaving a mark
from nose to mouth
to the last gulp
good, as one hears
the heart throbs
smooth and rough
sharp start
eyes popping
muscles loosening
pupils dilating
cheeks flushing
rush of adrenaline
then zzzz
captive in time and space

just a thought…
pour some ice
to make it cold
will it show less of being bold?
adding creamer
makes it softer
will power have a weaker hold?
sprinkled sugar
masks the flavor
will it remove the charm of old?

do dreams make less of what is real?
no preferences here
the time of day will make it clear

Evelyn Dumag-Gabinete

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