There you sit, my love,
holding nectar from above,
strong and sweet and hot.
More awaits me in the pot!

Your serum lures me;
from my ennui, it cures me.
I clutch you and sup
from your bounty, coffee cup.

Buttered toast and jam,
your crunchy sweetness thrills me.
You're heaven with ham.
O how this breakfast fills me.

Cup, I hold you still
after every bite is gone.
Just one more refill --
then I will no longer yawn.

© by Janice Canderdy.
Used with the author’s permission.