Coffee Cup Magic

Steam rises, curls, and twists

White mug, wide rim.

Dark brew, bubbling hot.

I simper in delight, the frothy drink taunting me, tempting me.

I lick my lips, waiting.

Cream.

Thick and white, it swirls and twirls within the rich brown.

Patterns of flourishes and curly ribbons dance in the colors of coffee.

Sugar.

Beads of perfect sweetness.

Crystals of glassy joy.

Lightly they fall into the mixture, blending together.

I breathe deeply, savoring the rich aroma.

Coffee, coffee, coffee.

Ah beautiful!

Balm to ease my rumpled spirit after a long day.

Delectable goodness in a mug.

With a silver spoon I stir the drink, back and forth back and forth.

Add just a hint of vanilla.

Steam still rises, but it’s cooled enough and I can’t wait another second.

At last I raise the cup, the deep dark brew spilling down my throat.

It fills my stomach with soothing warmth.

Crackling copper gold foam tickles my nose and I sigh in contentment.

The creamy texture lifts my spirits like magic.

Treasuring each sip, I grab my book and escape to another world, snuggled between blankets, magic and coffee.

Draining away, the comforting brew vanishes like gold in California.

Sweet, dark, warm.

Ahhh, so velvety and light.

I swallow, the crackle, crackle, crackle ringing softly in my ears.

Foamy and delicious.

Last sip.

I slurp it up.

Savor the lithe delight.  

Empty mug with rings of mocha tinting its belly.

My stiffness and aching heart fade away in the wake of a latte.

Like chocolate and poetry, coffee is food for the soul.