They never get it right.
Real joy is dark and a little bitter
Like a kettle whistling in the heart.
Thin like a song
It can burn your lips,
Scald your tongue,
Get into your head
And make you ache
With its smell.
That’s why you've got to be careful,
Not drink too much.
It isn’t everyone who can make it, though.
Real joy must have the colour
Of partings on black water,
It must have the light of moons
Remembered through smoke
And words like sediment
At the bottom of a white goodbye.
It must have regret
And no sugar.
- from 'Espresso Joy', May 2003.
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Considering you have a collection of poems that has the word 'coffee' in its title, why am i not surprised?
Wow. i just realised how long ago that was. Time flies, eh?
Ya, that was a really, really long time ago. Tempus fugit indeed. Wait, does this mean I've been having fun?
Ah! This is lovely. Almost makes me regret the evil eyes I cast your way yesterday.
btw, especially love the last two lines.
Thanks for the refill. It is indeed very neat!
ph: Almost?
HWSNBF / Veena: Thanks.
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