Your flesh on my tongue, I do love to taste
not one drop of your blood dare I to waste.
My life, by your mere presence enlightened
my thoughts, my senses at once are heightened.
In you I find comfort, and all that is right
you are there in the day and also at night.
You are my salvation; you ease all my pain
in you I trust, in you my faith remains.
You are there for me in my darkest of hour
it is from you that I draw all of my power.
Some may doubt you, may miss you allure
but when my cup runs empty again I shall pour.
When I found you it was as if I had wakened from a dream
your dark, rich flavor mixed with a hint of cream.
~Melanie Blackwell
* A little ode to Anne Bradstreet/ “The Author to Her Book”
To paraphrase Frankenstein’s monster: “Coffee – gooord!” Speaking of which I need a top up.
I share your decadent addiction – my keurig holds my lifeblood
Now THIS is poetry I get, hot or on ice!
๐ Why not both then some coffee ice cream for dessert!
Melanie this is so charming I love it!
๐ Thank you and I am truely addicted…I’m sitting here thinking 3:28 AM…should I make coffee?
This is funny!
Thank you!
Melanie…I have been addicted to coffee all of my life…so much so tha tat one time I lost my hair because I was drinking to much.
However, I love this poem and I will drink a toast to you in the morning.
Oh my! I’ve never lost hair from drinking coffee and I’ve been drinking it my entire life. My parents put it in my bottle when i was a baby! (no lie…it was mostly milk and sugar but still what the heck were they thinking?!)
Thank you for your compliment and the toast. That made me smile ๐
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WOW great. My mother likes coffee too ….
Thank you!
you are welcome
I love it. Your one true love…you can trust to be there for you always…perfect LOL:)
Glad you liked it!
Lol – I start dreaming about my morning coffee before I go to bed at night ๐
I can’t imagine life without it:)