just a hop, a skip away,
is empty without you here,
is brighter when you stay.
Up since five a.m. today exploring
Your dreams and hopes, fears and tears,
stirred into my coffee.
I take it black,
I drink it down in earnest
appreciation of the full flavour,
picked and gathered
around the globe.
Each bean picked
to give a mix
to my palate.
I inhale from leaves too.
First meal of the day.
with the words
Nicotine and caffeine
with words fed onto pages.
words that speak of deepest feelings and thoughts.
They touch me.
swallowed and inhaled
nectar to my needs.
and soul connections.
I rinse my mug, stub out my cigarette, close my kindle and begin my day.
It’s almost seven now.
Two hours of addiction satisfied.
But they will invite me back
Decided to dance a little deeper in life, and wow can spirit dance!
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