Coffee.

They set you down

and you were black.

Shiny thin.

Sometimes,

I like it

like that.

I breathed you in at the table.

I couldn’t wait to finally

drink you.

But,

for some reason

I felt you were flawed

And I just couldn’t fully

accept you.

You were far too dark

-and bold-

For my liking.

Even though

dressed in all white.

I knew pouring in some

purity

could do you some justice.

Could make your dark senses

go right.

I gazed as you transitioned.

the creamer swirled and made

pretty clouds.

The dark components in combat with

the light,

all the while without making

a single sound.

After pouring the milk of

human kindness,

it was time for the

sugar and spice.

I was so excited to get a taste of the

new you.

You taking care of me is just so very nice.

…

I played with you for a bit,

spun and twirled you around.

But when the time came to finally drink you,

my predictions of how you would taste

were quickly

shut down.

I liked you better much better

at black.

For that

I ask you once again darken.

Stay as dark as a deep, starry night,

so my senses can become fully sharpened.

Please stay as purely as you are

for as long as I will ever need you.

To revive me from all my nightmares,

no longer will I let

lighter components rearrange you.