In
the palace
into my mind built castle,
In a marble walled,
Marble
floored one spot Cafe
Heavy
heart and,
Heavy minded,
I walk inside,
To have another cup of coffee black.
Walking
slowly,
On the chess board black
And white tiled
floor,
I then approach, slowly siting down...
The
only table in that place
Half white, half black -
It
is my table
Where I sit - alone.
'I
want my coffee
Dark and bitter please.
“Like my life
was
Until now."
The
olive skinned,
Mysterious barista,
Existing here only, now,
She
comes, she serves me and she disappears.
One
more time
I'll drink... and ponder
On all the 'if's
And
all the 'why's of past long gone.
One
last look,
Last gentle blow
In the bitter earth'
nectar...
I take first sip.
Now
and here, there is only me,
The palace and the marble
One
client only, exquisite Cafe,
A while cup, and the coffee...
bitter, dark.
The
first sip -
A liquid kiss,
Black fire scorching
tissue
thirsty. My soul is free.
Now
nothing doesn't really matter.
Nor if I'm having coffee
Or
the coffee slowly
Is consuming me.
