espresso

[dakegra]

a machine scream,
steam belches
fire, through

beans, ground fine
packed snug
they let

liquid drip, dark
bitter, molten
to cup

thus crema sits
golden, thick
atop perfection

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[scaree.livejournal.com]

the perfect cup
eludes this soul
at home

the coffee, sullen in the cup
glares in outrage
not bitter
but soured

the water here
defies even heavy filtering
and taints my favourite brew

but oh, the pipes at work
so old they colour water
and clog the kettle filter up
with rust

so when I can tolerate no more
the metallic taste
of chemically distilled felkegarb

There is always
my secret stash
of finely ground beans
my cafetiere
and - evian

[dakegra.livejournal.com]

*applauds*