Caffetiere stands on cold kitchen surface,
Thick coffee steams, condensation gathering,
Swarms of ardor, beads of fortitude, clouds of vivacity,
Swelling, curling, carressing, enlivening every movement,
I am yours.
Light trapped in early morning vapour,
Making no effort to escape,
Soaking langourously in each aromatic molecule,
The intense nebula of tawny nectar.
With you by my side,
I, like wing'd icarus shall fly.