Coffee Cup Poem by Pinaki Dewan

You would take me in without shame
Because I should be dead *

Inebriating the sorrow of the steel,
I became beyond yours to feel;
Like a bed sheltering a diseased,
I became befouled by your seed.

Did smile at your reclining wind,
Your apathetic love, I did abscind,
But found nowhere the hidden music,
The dark flame in absence of the wick.

The stars embraced me in the well:
Like wine from a broken barrel,
The waters splashed around me-
I was glad I could not swim, looksee.

And so your warm hand picked me up
And stirred me in the coffee cup
With quite the unremarkableness
That almost reassured me fresh.

I knew not how to pray or I'd have prayed,
I knew not how to bray or I'd have brayed,
In your praise, of course, my lord,
I came pretty much in concord.

But the noise would not listen,
The gold would not glisten,
And the roofs would stoop
Over the inexhaustible loop.

What would you have done
If you were not infinite but one?