Dark Coffee

Fluid Pours out
Warm and brewed
From the pot
Into the expectant goblet
Waiting impatiently
Like a tired mind

Crystals of sweet
Blend like magic
Into the Juice
of dark bitter bean
dark brown fluid
Looks pretty fine

The aroma rises
Harbinger of the taste
Scales the chasm
between the cup and lip
Oh that smell
triggers the mind

The first sip
tastes like heaven
Cataputing me away
From the grime
I am pure bliss,
free from the bind