Sugar Sigh

[dukealien]

Sugar Sigh


I love the little sigh it makes
no splash, just tiny gurgle-giggle
bubbly digestive noise
not like the full deep rumble
of an empty stomach nor
that swirly plumbing sound
of a full one

when I drop the sugar cube
into hot coffee
first cup of the day
it sighs, forced string-cut
edge and faces, corseted
by incomplete, unnatural
uncrystal misalignments
all relax

like the first real gulp
of wine after a show of tasting
in the evening or
full-body plunge into the swimming-hole
after pointless testing
water with a toe
even just a bit anticipating
the groan of satisfaction
on the stool
after a good
productive movement

or as it is
shared sigh in that first hot
stimulating tension-dissolving
cup of the morning.
Love ya, cubie.  Bye!

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Another Sunday breakfast poem.