messy wisdom

                                                                                 she was black coffee 
 
                                                                        pure, bitter, 
 
                                                           unafraid of darkness 
 
he added some sugar and little creamer   and  
she became the sweetest part of his morning. now   she 
is the one to begin his day, to make sure he 	 	        is
feeling like himself. he will consume her 'til 	 	        he 
is well, he will sip her scent until her aroma 	 	        has 
become home. he will want to gulp her until 	 	       she
 is gone. he will surely burn his tongue on her   fervor.