O Espresso
you God-drink,
your super-crema
makes me smile.
Your flavour awakens
Ancestral happiness and pride
and puts me into
A dull and warm state of mind.
Espresso, save me from what
the world is doing to me,
you perfect, dark, fatherly liquid,
You magnificent little tiny cup of coffee,
with the little spoon too!
I want all of you,
and I want drink you up my mouth,
and never let you out!
Original Poetry 
August 3rd, 2014 at 4:07 am
Bravo – we worship at the same alter. Well writ.
August 3rd, 2014 at 9:41 pm
Thank you Mike. There are too few of us