Morning Ritual

The smell races across my mind,
Sparking thoughts of want.
Desire.
Need.

The cup fills, slowly.
One precious drop at a time.
Drip.
Drop.

The first tastes fills me,
With the ability to see my will done.
Fills me with a crackling energy
My fingers vibrate, my muscle tense.
Lost in that brown rich drink for just a few moments.

My thought acquire speed.
My hand acquire shakes.
The shakes become a warning.
The beans of Java sets my mind in motion.