Coffee: A Love Poem
1 min readFeb 14, 2022
The hot coffee that you make,
smooth and rich and bittersweet too,
gently helps me wake.
You scoop grounds with a steady hand (but oh! mine quake),
each night to say good morning and to
gently help me wake.
You press a well worn auto-brew button for my sake,
an asynchronous “I love you,” through
the hot coffee that you make.