Black Coffee: A Love Story

Water stood with ease
Within the clear jar.
The ground coffee sat in its box
Not too far.

Water’s jar now uncapped
It is exposed, yet calm.
Whilst the coffee fresh and earthy
Pours confidently onto your palm.

Water shivers
Tries to hold on to its home
As it’s poured out mercilessly
Into the brewing dome.

Coffee, damn
She is an adventurous lass,
Jumps in to the machine
With all her sass.

With a jolt things move
The water is given a sign,
No time left to ponder
It moves ahead with time.

Drop by drop
With the cosy coffee it brews.
Together, they each lose their form
And become something new.

Both lost their original shape
True bonding meant losing self
As they lost themselves and held to the other,
They got a place of pride on every shelf.

Where this will lead
Water and beans cannot surmise.
On the vessels that they will embark,
Adventures un-tasted are about to arise.

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