Kona with Sugar and Cream

Ribbons of black

pool

inside the cool white walls

steam in

wisps drift upward

flash flood of white

muddies

the black

granules fall gently

from silver bowls

melting

merging as the heat

embraces and swallows

melding

the bitter allows itself

to be soothed

by the cool

by the sweet

changing ever so slightly

in essence the same

when lips

and tongue

meet

in a kiss

it is bliss.

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