I wake up with an ache in my tongue.

It demands that poison, 

It has a headache if it’s not stung.

I  drink  morning, night, and afternoon

They say that it will keep you up, but I’m immune.

Will it be caramel? 

It’s my favorite. 

My mouth jams with cascades of flavor 

It either fills me up with sunshine or rimes me cold to the bone 

I love to drink it alone, I can smell its cologne .

There are new flavors yet to be invented 

Nutella, Mazapan, and S’mores are recommended.

Is it so strong it strikes our heart?

Or is it sweet and soft?

I’ll only know when I open my eyes and see the sun 

Or the dark day and its melancholy glum.

By Coffee