DRUG OF CHOICE

coffee aroma

As predicted, I’m addicted –

So drown me in your milky brown.

Little shot of mad obsession

I offer up my full confession:

Roasted African Arabica,

The musky aroma of home,

You complete

My heart beat,

As I sit and linger,

Dip my finger

Into milky swirls

That twirl like luscious curls,

Steadying my shaking hand –

My chosen fix of contraband.

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About Alex Barton

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9 Responses to DRUG OF CHOICE

  1. I’m trying to cut down on my coffee and then you go and do this….

  2. janehewey says:

    oh ymmmy. and I haven’t coffee-ed in a couple years. the scent and the steam catch me every time. A clearly brilliant write!

  3. claudia says:

    hmmmm nice…i drink mine without milk…just black and strong and oh i love that scent… too late over here for coffee though…smiles

  4. wordcoaster says:

    Never been a coffee drinker myself, but it seems to be a lovely muse for so many. Enjoyed this 🙂

  5. Mary says:

    Oh yes, Alex, this is my drug of choice as well. Loved your poem which paid homage to it. smiles.

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