Morning Coffee

I wake up in the morning and take a good hot cup of coffee. Taking the first sip as a reminder not to graze over carelessly. Until the last sip denoting how small the cup is finishing til the last drop before I know it. but in between sips. in between biscuit dips. All I can ever think of is you. you. your perfection and which is of what I think is the reason why. why I. Do impeccable poetry. Do believe in fantasies. fairy tales. magics. something I thought never exists. love for an instance. Who knew I would be capable of doing it as well.

-Jef