*writers note- keep in mind these poems of years back, I never intended to share. Some are really dumb and some make me cry and some make me smile. today I needed to smile so I choose this one this week, it was when I realized I had became addicted to coffee many years ago.*
you my hot cup of drug I drink from a place of healthy healing?
black, unsweetened, in a open mouth mug of porcelain,
that has a picture of my baby on it,
my furry slick tongued, mop haired, barking, best friend.
I fill you up to where his happy face smiles at me,
then with shaky hands put you up to my mouth.
How many calories will you keep me from spending today?
How many extra miles will you walk with me,
guiding my energy from inside my core?
How much do I love the taste of that bitter goodness,
hot and slick in my mouth going down my throat,
savior the first few sips and gulping til its gone??
I don't know I don't count it, only enjoy it.
Best part of waking up it goes, that old jingle,
true so true, but now what do I do once I have woken up??
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