We need to talk about Caffeine

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Each year coffee is harvested during the dry season when the coffee cherries are bright red, glossy, and firm.

Coffee is a woman; a slander, sultry brunette. Stimulating and addictive. Savage but tender.

Oh sweet coffee,

Without you,

I’d be a lonely cigarette.

Coffee is a ritual; the equivalent of a Shamanic fire ceremony. A private moment, with the purer higher self.

Oh sweet coffee,

Without you,

I’d be lethargic and sedated.

Coffee is an excuse; to sit alone in a central café with book in hand, pretending to be interesting.

Oh sweet coffee,

Without you,

I’d be a raging bitch.

Coffee is a rendez-vous; with a friend soon to be lover, soon to be boyfriend, soon to be a voodoo doll.

Oh sweet coffee,

Without you,

I’d rather sleep.

Coffee is cinema; because agent Dale Cooper likes his coffee black, as midnight in a moonless night.

Oh sweet coffee,

Without you,

I’d have as many regrets as the coffee spoons I until now had.

“I’d rather take coffee than compliments just now.” – Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

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