I’ve found a richness,
The flavorful taste of overbearing.
It grows profound in my tastebuds,
It’s pleasant to the sight.
To the taste, of course.
Rich as well; addictive.
Though I find strange
As it’s overpowering taste takes over,
It leaves an uncomfortable feeling,
And one must sweeten,
As one sweetens life with pleasures.
Otherwise this richness
Is not but a vague, unpleasant encounter
Which will not find a way to exist again
Coffee can be pleasant, tranquil
In a sweetened sense.
Can find peace with my very tastebuds
If it learns to be like tea: smooth,
Coffee can be sweet like tea
Only if it wants to be
Yet, only this way
Can coffee find serenity