Espress-joe feelings

It was a rainy night,

when all the thunderous echos reverberated across my chest

the night of extreme cold

the night i first had my cup of Joe.

The sip of the bittery bean's concentrated juice

is reaction almost indistinguishable from that of a gag

an aftertaste of burntness that haunts behind

but after a while

it felt like a heaven that needed recognition

a well that was filled with water

the sky was dark

and my cup, even darker

the notes of flavour that still linger on my tongue shows me the heaven on earth

it was maybe the first time ever i fell in love with the darkness

from the sweet lightness of the latte to the alarmingly dark espresso

oh what a brilliant way to put up a show

the blood that flowed in me understood far before my brain even could,

a monstrosity of flavour and aroma that left me on the ground stood.

The bitterness which first made me gag

made sure of enough caffeine in me to brag

Hot or cold

Sweet or strong

with coffee, i can do anything all day long

First rush of endorphins caught me by surprise

the second was perhaps my prize

till the day of my death 

coffee won't ever leave my breath.