|Cup of Coffee by Tilen Hrovatic|
Instinct guides me to him every morning,
A bleary-eyed woman half in dream time.
He greets me with a steamy caress
And I lose myself in his depths,
His aroma enticing me
To indulge one more time,
Warming my aging bones
Strengthening my sanity,
Bringing me back to life
One sip at a time.