Sometimes, I like the smooth taste
As it rolls along my tongue
And makes the world move more slowly
I like it cold
I like looking out at the world
Sipping it
My feet up on a stool,
Sitting in the warm breeze
It's nice when it's sweet
And it calms you
And it makes you happy
And you relax
It's good hot
Scorching your tongue
Acidic
Making you feel alive
It's great bitter
Biting you back with each sip
Lingering in your mouth for hours
Never tasting bad
Sometimes, I like it dull
Watery
Hinting at some far off flavor your tastebuds will never reach
I like it rich and black
The oil of bergamot
The smell of flowers
The taste of melting snow
It's energizing when it's green
It opens your eyes
It electrifies your muscles
It's wonderful dry
The powdery essence sinking into the abscesses in your mouth
Making each surface able to wet each other
But most of all, I like it strong
It should smell like a meadow
With the feel of young spinach
It needs a hidden sass
And should either freeze or burn your tongue
And should make you pucker like a lemon
YOU ARE READING
In the Garden Primeval, where I'll pray for you.
PoetryI have a plan for you You'll deal with it all And with the weight of the world on your shoulders you'll face a fall People won't catch you Many times But I'll pray for you They'll come in time
