it describes a passionate love many of us experience.
it describes a treasured enslavement that may be hard to describe sometimes.
a relationship that can be tumultuous and at the same time, pure joy & delight.
this swoon-inducing sonnet was written several years ago (long before i began blogging) by a dear friend of mine, anne. i hope you appreciate it as much as i do.
by anne caggiano
you’re warm and black, and you got my back.
your smell strikes a chord as i spend time with the Lord.
you’re my morning Coffee.
you’re spanish by descent, but i can’t hear your accent.
eres mi cafe.
you greet me from the cup and ask me “sup?”
you’re my ghetto Coffee. word.
i drink you after dinner and pretend you make me slimmer,
it just doesn’t seem you used to be a bean,
they drink you in egypt, japan, and belize.
you’re my friend, Coffee, beverage of world peace.
people who drink tea don’t make sense to me,
but you do, Coffee.