07-17-2016, 10:53 PM
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!
Another Sunday breakfast poem.
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!
Another Sunday breakfast poem.
Non-practicing atheist
Makes me want to get cubes, and has me thinking of all sorts of cubes. I just read dale's buddha icecream, now this. And tho I don't go for dessert too often today I had little zeppolis so hot the sugar melted into a sticky glaze, perfect. Sweet day.
