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Saturday, 20 June 2015

An Ode To Black Gold (Coffee)

It's that time again... the night's given way to the dawn 
Insomnia's merry dance has plagued me once more 
My weary cotton-wool head it lifts and yawns 
Fixating on the dark, delicious decadence which I'm yearning for 

Coffee's alluring aroma tantalises me... taunting my impatient palate
This archaic, ebony elixir is so welcome to behold
As I take my first sip, my tastebuds practically pirouette  
When its power erupts I shed, finally, fatigue's sallet
In my dire need it's certainly, to me, a precious Black Gold
The only thing I need now... is today's first cigarette  

© Debbie Razey 2015