Coffee slips her warm hair around
your mind, giving weight to feeling.
She stretches her legs up your spine
as if a silent zipper.
She fools your heart,
with such pumping kisses.
She unfurls her fingers through your insides,
giving stratagem, wings to your ambition.
Her swaying cream-coloured hips are
multiples to the pleasure of the music you hear.
(It’s such a drag to be alone
on the dancefloor)
Unzip your spine,
and she cannot
remember or feel her phantom limb.
So give her the fuzzy reflection found on
your coffee mug, and she will remember.
Mug after mug,
again and again…
She, coffee, trembles the cage
the world has built of yourself.