Ode to (a cuppa) Joe. Titled, “First Cup”.

It drizzles into morning,
And little bursts of light
Trickle into my lenses
As coffee drips through
My tongue and throat.

Hot going down is best,
Heat means speed.
Speed of brightness to mind,
Of jingle to step,
Of soft flutterings of heart
Reminding me yes, I’m alive.

So sweet to be awake;
Is this addiction so bad?