From the Morning Series

Coffee,

It is not that I don't love you, as I have,
Loyally,
All the years that you dragged me
Into adulthood,
The many slumbers we set out to defeat,
Receiving life ahead
In sips - eagle eyed -
Like a cold shower.

It is not that.

Please don't take offense,
I still enjoy
That pep,
That push,
The unwavering vote of confidence
Only you know how to give.
       
              There is wisdom in your silence.

You have been nothing but devoted -
Unfailing - greeting me with patience
(I am not always easy)
Soothing in soft swivels,
Consoling me with steam.

And we still pair quite nicely,
A firm grip for a strong
Taste.
"You can handle anything,"
You seem to say as I swallow
Your dark features -
Round and sturdy -
Like a swollen moon.

You see,
It is not that I don't love you,
But I have come to prefer the
Taste
Of my lover's words - 
Lilts in my tongue -
When she whispers
"Good morning."