Come to me my delicious dark magic brew!

My heart races, my senses awaken to your swirling aromas;
reminiscent of late night corner lounges

Van Gogh’s Parisian street scenes

As I lift you to my eager lips, I sense your power.

The steaming heat of the ceramic vessel temporarily housing your essence;
calms my shaking hands.

I drain you dry and beg for more

You are my nighttime companion

The key to inspiration and conversation

You have fueled the poet, the writer, the artist

I am forever in your debt.