I LIKE MY COFFEE PLAIN

I like my coffee plain,

Just the raw, the real

A catastrophe of all that went in vain.

Darkness, as it brews,

Reminds me often

Of the bittersweet memory of my bruise.

I feel warmth in it,

And sometimes the Stalwart’s will,

A warm companion to all daunted clues.

It gives me solace hug

For all the ones I lost.

And I feel loved all over,

As I take a sip from my mug.

That's how it is,

Or at least I like to believe

The glory of divine loneliness 

No added flavour, no sweetness

Cause with them in it 

It's a disguised solitude.

Leave it be! That's how I like it.

In the untamed sips,

I like how wickedness express

The grace of unmasked and true 

Wrap me in your arms

As I see your unfurled hues

Here, let me dive deep

Oh! What a beautiful mess.

Not everybody gets it,

Not everybody pours rawness in the cup

And there I reminish, 

All the love I'd never gain.

Cause I like my coffee just black, just plain

As empty as me, yet very whole

And in its hollowness, I feel the pain.

-sabwrites