Coffee

Once you press it against your nose

You can never let go,

It haunts you, like a thousand galloping mares

Brisk, its vapor rubs onto your senses – a wake from begotten dreams.

Hot, beneath the fingers

It is a world of its own

Drink me, or puff over my head- I ask only for your breath

The grounds, grounding you onto the chair

Or the bus

Drink me,I will make the world less hasty

drink me- I am the answer to last night's problem

and the paging pain above your neck.