Coffee My Blood

COFFEE MY BLOOD

Its 7.30 in evening and i made my 2nd black instant coffee

I made sure this time i don't sugar

just water, coffee - absolutely pure

those little granules make me wonder

isent coffee a man-made thunder

i had my first sip, my tongue rolled over my lips,

i closed my eyes and felt the grip

So strong, that it made my blood rush,

hush hush hush, my mind drove as i heard my soul crush,

my veins are full off its fragrance, ohhh! it smells so good

it awakens every bone under my hood.

i was so engrossed to write this poem, that i took a pause

for what, you ask....well! for another coffee boss

This is not second now, this is my third

i am sure, COFFEE HAS BECOME MY BLOOD

 - Nachiket Tayshete