Jun 18, 2009 15:23
[This ode goes out to all the iced coffees in my life; you know who you are.]
The first sensation is the smell
A deep dense darkness trickling into my nose
Wafting billowing like sensual smoke.
The second sensation is the feel
of the cold condensation dampening my skin
as my fingers grab for purchase.
The third sensation is the best:
Like smooth velvet, like pure heaven
Coursing across my tastebuds
Slipping its way into my veins.
An iced coffee on a hot summer's day
Doesn't always keep the sleepy away
But it certainly does a bang-up job
Keeping me sane.
coffee,
poetry