Coffee Poem by JJ Evendon

The smell of fresh coffee scents the air,
bought by a breeze that gently catches a women’s hair.
It’s warm and the sun shines through broken shade,
so I decide to light a cigar that’s Cuban made.
I hear the whirl of beans finely being ground
from Latin America, so it’s more of a Colombian sound.
I see a lady lifts her cup and smoothly take a sip,
a moment of love marked by her gorgeous red lip stick.
Her mouth smiles, and eyes close in delight,
for she drinks coffee dark with a touch of moonlight.
As the essence causes time for her to slow, but not end,
the inner feelings of peace absorbed slowly transcend.
A drink favoured by many it may be,
for others there's always a refreshing cup of tea.