This coffee tastes like a memory,
sipped and savored as the sun rises
over the eastern morning fog,
sipped in solitude as my family
sleeps and only the birds
and rabbits are awake.
The hot liquid pulls me back
into the body of a young man
who has been entranced by a beautiful woman,
a flowing memory of her eyes as blue
and deep as the sea, eyes dancing
as she laughs at my jokes and drinks.
Now I drink alone this first cup
and her eyes are closed and a smile
still plays across her sleeping face.
She will rise from bed soon and join me
and together we will drink coffee and share
the entire universe without words, only with love.