My mind brews roasted thoughts
like rich creamy cappuccino
percolating briskly, gurgling
frothing ‘caffeinated’ blood
at point of boiling,
slow drips
through my capillaries
reviving me,
compelling me to create a carafe full
of stimulant tonic,
filtering fresh grinds
of imagination,
emptying into my cup
which runneth over.
Savoring the pleasant taste in my mouth
I sip slowly of the torrid beverage
lest I scald my lips
from the scorching java
that pours forth from my soul.