This coffee

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.