People close to me know all too well how much I like a nice freshly brewed Barako at any time of the day — yes, even right before bedtime. Going through my files, I unearthed this old piece I made:
coffee
steaming brew
whirl at my command
then sear my tongue
as if to spite
I don’t control you
I can only say how much
or how little
or what kind
how much sizzle
stir you
sip from your cup
and when you’re inside me
warmth turns to heat
escalating
until I get enough
then receding
until I am drowsy
