Centuries ago, before I had turned into the old fart I am today, my nieces and nephew gave me one of those magnetic coffee mugs with all the little magnetized words in it. I wrote two poems with it. (Not as easy a you might think, by the way.) I somehow lost track of the second one, which adorned my refrigerator for a while, but I still have this one. Since Paint Shop Pro has not been raised from the dead yet, I borrowed today's graphic from the foodnetwork and hope they won't notice or care. If they do, I'll remove it.
Shake me awake
Invigorate and fill my life
I need to taste sacred desire's
Magic, full-flavored brew
Pour vital power, like hot liquid cream --
Steaming, calming, strong.
I drink in the fresh smell of you
Weak as mud, I give ground
Black ice breaks up
And morning is fueled
With love's delicious, potent aroma
- Katherine E. Rabenau