Coffee Poem by Brian Sonberg

I like my coffee dangerous
Silky brown with a twist
Hot to the touch
And foreign blended
Exotic, wild
I dip my finger in
Still too hot
Slowly, softly
Touch it to my lips
Burned as expected
Beautiful and strange
The taste different
Unlike any other
But sweet
And addictive
Like silk upon skin
Memories of heat
And steam
A cup of ecstasy
Strong and perilous
Keeps me up all night
Put it down
This habit
A wicked game
Lost
By too many