My coffeepot is my friend.
It's wonderful
In that he asks not
What I can give,
But lives
To give to me.
His tastes are my tastes.
His desire my desire,
To share a rich, steamy cup
Of liquid conversation,
Heavenly dispensation,
Which he has first tasted
For me.
So glad you enjoyed this coffee poem, Patricia. I also drink tea.
Oh how I love tea so much Sandi. I never thought of comparing it that way. But when I think of it, yes I would call it tall, dark and handsome too. Loved this. That's my cup of tea.
@Dave Thank you for reading. So for you SHE'S tall, dark and beautiful, lol!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm the same with the teapot. A great poem.