Dark, bitter yet Beautiful
The screaming machine, eructation of steam Drifting me in a mesmerizing way calm and composed on the surface but boiling beneath Fragrant, redolent delight, impugned, maltreated and often ramped against yet owning the right to be blissful in a tiny vessel of any shape Dark, acrimonious and black Its a mystery why anyone would love you An edge, soft and comfortable for my lips I take in the aroma which you've hidden inside Staring in an abyss of darkness yet I'm illuminated By the hidden warmth, Fazed by the soft touch of lips Your body comforts my cold hands Finding their way around, my lips touch you once again Your black soul spreads the warmth throughout my body Clearing my mind, leaving me insomniac Oh coffee what a drink Warm and dark reminding me of my companions You are my friend in need On the table while I study On the pathway while I walk On the bed while I snuggle with the warmness of solitude Now and again with a good book. You a...