Monday, December 19, 2011

Iced decaf breve

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Exiting the chaotic
coffee shop, I slip into the
frigid silence of my suburban.
As I shut the door, my sweater
sleeves slip over my arms and
release orgasmic waves of
rich, deep coffee
scent into the cold neutral air.
I close my eyes as I turn
the key in the ignition,
and my hair brushes my
cheek, stroking my skin
with yet more java scents.
I drive home, half drowsy
with the sensual aroma
swaddling me in comfort.
Is there any smell so satisfying
as freshly ground, dark roasted
coffee permeating the
air and skin
after an hour of lurking and
talking in the
atmosphere of chattering baristas,
aspiring artists and 'cool' teens?
I could sleep on a mattress
stuffed with freshly roasted
coffee beans, stroke strongly brewed
mocha lotion over my skin, shower in
steamy clouds of cappuccino,
apply a facial mask of cafe 'mud',
and never grow weary of
the exhilarating balm of
my favorite beverage.
(Posted for Gooseberry Garden Poetry Picnic 18, 
"Snow, December, Winter Vacations and Wildness", 12/19/11)

Thank you, Poetry Palace, for the Perfect Poet Award
for week 58! Merry Christmas, fellow poets!


  1. Love make coffee so I am in love with it too :)

  2. well deserved award, wow.

    welcome sharing your talent with us today.

  3. Wow! Now that's a coffee lover! I'm awake now!
    Nice one, Diva!

  4. you are very good at this.
    way too cool.

    love your blog.

  5. Ha-ha-ha! I'd do the same. Congrats & Merry Christmas to you!

  6. Oooohhhh. I'd like to apply a facial mask of cafe mud too! That sounds fantastic!

    Lovely poem. :)

  7. Greetings: Excellent Blog.

    Happy Happy New Year.

    Best Wishes for the year of 2012…

    Your contribution is always welcome!

    Lots of blessings and cheers sending your way.

    See you soon.



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