The stir is the circle of fate <br />Chewed to remain forever awake <br />Meditation in mocha before its discovery <br />From soils in Africa the bean in Arabica <br />Purity of the romance in walls adored <br />Mud and water and beans in jute <br />Down the fingers for the texture <br /> <br />On the nose with eyes closed <br />Perception of divine yet the beauty <br />With both hands for the eyes see <br />Fumes like the hairs of love <br />Like dusk after the sunset <br />Eyes twilight <br />First sip in creamy froth not unlike <br /> <br />In slow heat brewing the cup <br />Hence from where it is said life began <br />To the other sip goes the consciousness <br />Unreason still in unself now <br />Unfold the variousness in cup small <br />What mystery when dark of the chocolate <br /> <br />With Havana leaf and glass of smoke <br />After the wine in third course <br />It kills with donuts from the hands <br />Old lady had been for long preserving <br />Bavarian apple with lemon for buds <br /> <br />Ode to wine and ode to olive <br />Ode to coffee in ware molded <br />Made from earth of the Persian soil <br />Perfected is it in Italia or Gaul <br />With wine dampened cooked in holy fire <br />Who the prophets with angles now <br />The mystic declares his own rules <br /> <br />My love the many names and flavors <br />Still brown beans are the hazel of your eyes <br />This ode I write to the taste of blood <br />Dried though on luscious lips <br />From my heart the words I spell <br /> <br />By the last sip of the cup in hand <br />I have loved you from ages <br />Like my drunken eyes today <br />They asked me what tavern last night <br />What cup in whose hand and who was the love <br />1/10/2009<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-a-cuppa-coffee/
