For all my fellow caffeine-addicts out there in the blogosphere, I do love my morning latte, coffee & irish cream, and iced coffees (if it ever warms up here in Canada)! But I can only have one in the morning; any more than that and my typing fingers take on an entire vibrational life of their own. So every once in a blue moon, I have to take a day off so I can sleep at night.
These self-induced caffeine-free days typically suck and I dread them, for they are truly dreadful. Following is a poem inspired by one of those horrible non-caffeinated days where I longed for a nice steamy, motivating, life-giving, energy-fueling mug of happiness. You know what I’m talking about….
I dreamt a little caffeinated dream
of how
I leapt with purpose high over
the cinnamon moon
floating high
in a bittersweet
chocolate sky
then I feather-floated down
into an espresso ocean
frothing and brimming with
delicate, soothing foam
then i dove back up
into a caramel macchiato night
swirling and whirling a dervish spray
of sweetest froth
fueled by a
caffeine-infused dream
i added a wealthy dollop
of buttery cream
and drank it all down
with pure
unyielding satisfaction
and dolce delight.