Sun Adoring

So, this morning there was this tedious, slow thinking; An urge to forge, through the drinking of a coffee black, merged from the steam for my tongue to smack; So illicit it became, for I could not refrain, from drinking my thoughts, for whatever was sane.

This warmness, or experience, was felt in an alluring calling of morning, to slow the mind in all its sensational sensations, so adoring.

And this sun—reflected, a mirror reflected existence, where the room wept in a comfortable persistence; So sun lashed and tongue thrashed from the explosive gratification of coffee by sun. Such a beautiful warming of passion adoring to—and by the way, my mind is just comfortably new.