Coffee

Grinding away at your words,
Their darkened tone
And potent scent
Give way to the underlying
Texture, the solid core.
The figures and contours
Touch the blade
Of your thoughts
To chop and smother
Each sound with release,
And a spray of invisible
Relief, to infect and devour
Every crevice of the room.
Placing these words in a filter
To trickle
Your intention,
Your ardor,
To create a heated, watered-down
Discussion as it builds upon
Chemicals of anticipation
And expectations
As these words are
Constricting each vein,
Till the rush
Of understanding hits,
And slowly, painfully
The flavor unravels,
The aftertaste, a swallow
Of bittersweet
Withdrawal.