make the coffee,
this morning,
my love,
is black and bitter
like yesterday

the rocks spill their tears
in the wind
this morning is not begun
and, yet, it's done

make the coffee,
my love,
this morning
I want to stay awake
forever--
not black,
not bitter,
not sweet:
tasteless,
like the ruins of
last night.

this morning is endless
because I didn't say

I love you

I forgot
how to speak
the language you know;
but words, like coffee,
can be black and bitter.
do not ask me to speak...
just let me smell the coffee...so

make the coffee,
do not go to work
this morning,
my love
will stay awake
forever.