“I have measured out my life with coffee spoons” – T.S. Eliot
The “aroma” awakes a familiar fervour
says, hold this morning easy, with care.
Savour the pleasure a little longer
while I caress heal and repair.
Your “warmth” tight in the grips
of my cold and longing palms,
I touch you again with my lips
and meet the day with open arms.