My first thought in the morning,

Freshly ground, surrounded by aromatic earthy warmth,

Piping hot, with a delectably bitter first sip,

followed by a euphoric dopamine swarm,

Coffee is how I love to say, “Good Morning.”

A roasted remedy to my plaguing malady of yawning,

From dreams of admiring a Paris Cafe’s charm,

While beans are concocted in an exceptional art form,

A blooming romance begins over to-go coffee after a late night tryst,

To “I love you,” while having coffee on a terrace one flavorful morning.