FREE VERSE Poem: Coffee Date, by Erica Berquist

If you invite me in, I will come.
I follow you, lured by the promise of coffee.
The scent of it fills my nose,
Earthy, nutty, and sweet.
I watch you work, grinding coffee beans,
brewing the drinks,
and pouring milk into mugs.
I take it and it is hot in my hands.
I blow on it to cool it,
watching the surface of the liquid shiver under my breath.
I take a tentative taste,
and the bold, tangy blend explodes across my senses.
There is no sweetness,
yet I savor it to the last sip,
knowing that I won’t taste this blend again.
This isn’t a coffee I’d drink every morning,
and I have that at home already.
As sweet as what you gave me tastes,
I know I’ll regret it if I accept another cup.

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