Black Coffee

Dark as midnight, bold and strong,
A bitter kiss, a waking song.
Steam that rises, whispers deep,
A secret warmth the soul can keep.

No sugar’s mask, no milk to hide,
Just truth within each sip inside.
Earthy echoes, roasted bright,
A morning ritual, pure delight.

It fuels the dreamer, stirs the mind,
In simple depths, a world confined.
Each drop, a story, rich and bare,
Of restless nights and thoughtful stares.

Black coffee, honest, brave, and true,
A quiet friend when days are new.
No frills, no pretense—just refined,
A taste of life, both raw and kind.

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© Richard J Kirk, writing as Joseph R Mason – 2025

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