Good Morning
Steamy, bubbly foam sits patiently,Awaiting its fate. Cold, stiff lipsLean in harshly, ready to take sips.Brown liquid fills his soul andOozes bitterness. Heart stringsQuiver, tendinous in nature andTwist while strummed. Quenched, revived, vibrating chambersEcho and thrum, dun-dunHis breath turns sour like milk in sun,Fresh blood slurring through vessels,Cold lips electrified to warmth,Steamy, froth embraces …