Monday, July 23, 2007

My fingers gently reach out
to feel your warmth,
I inhale deeply,
savoring your scent.
You are just what I need.

It's been a rough long day,
and there are so few who can be relied upon,
but I knew that you would be here.
Waiting. Ready.
Just for me.

I dreamed of the moment
When I'd lift you up,
and cradle you gently.

And as my lips will touch you
ever so softly,
I'll know I'm home.





Ahhh. Sweet java.
You’re what dreams are made of.

3 Comments:

At July 23, 2007 2:49 PM, Blogger cafe_28 said...

I am not a coffee lover, and am not addicted to it, yet. All that is about to change.
My husband got bored of Taster's Choice, and asked me to get him a new brand of instant coffee. The winner of all choices was Elite Instant Coffee, from Israel. The taste is good, and not so bitter. You might want to try that.

As for Starbucks, I don't see the hype. I take along a baby jar with milk every time I go to Manhattan, and buy myself a coffee by Starbucks. Since I don't like my coffee bitter, I try to block out the taste with tons of sugar. But a Starbucks coffee is so bad, that as much sugar as I pour, the bitterness stays.
I think I'm done with them. I'll just get myself one of those metal cups with covers, fill it up with Elite, and get addicted to that.

 
At July 23, 2007 3:17 PM, Blogger I said...

You had me wonder for a moment where you are going with this, and why you would share something so intimate. I really had a good laugh when I saw the Starbucks cup on the bottom. And I couldn’t agree more, a cup of coffee is most definitely man’s best friend.

I absolutely love this poem!!! Thanks for sharing it. It’s a pleasure to have you back.

 
At July 23, 2007 5:35 PM, Blogger Totally Content said...

Cafe - While I know that there will be those who will accuse you of blasphemy with the irreverent comment regarding Starbucks' coffee, I'll have to admit that I am in total agreement. Furthermore, I believe that your comment was very much an instance of 'The Emperor’s New Clothes' for many who have forced themselves to down that bitter brew.

 

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