Coffee

 Coffee Whim
For every whim I write
I always know my desire
Even though a whim of denial
Might seem pleasing for a page.
A whisp of sunshine or a breeze.
Denial tends not that.

No exclamation points or declarative coffee.
Though that kind of rich coffee
Tends my blood as sky clouds breeze.

I read instead of wrote. I listened instead of sang.

And as I wrote this, the coffee beep likes my ear.