Creative writing: poem #2

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Photo courtesy / Iliana Flores-Dumond

An Ode to Coffee    

Whose warm bitter liquid flows 

And takes me high after my lowest lows

Whose harshness can evolve into the sweetest thing I’ve ever known 

Your company keeps me from aching all alone

You fill my head with thought 

You fill my heart with love, newly caught

The slightest drop upon my tongue 

Leaves me full of life with which to fill my lung 

And once you are finally gone

    You leave me here afloat to fawn