Black Coffee

My lover tastes of Black Coffee,

Dark, Scalding, Bitter.

Two sips and I am an addict.

Withdrawal stands cold and cruel,

Mirroring the occasional turn of her face.

My lover sings like a Siren.

Alluring, she draws me into

Her tempestuous crags.

The bones littering her shores

Signify nothing to me.

Once it may have stayed

My wandering feet.

Not now. Not now.

I am too far gone for that.

Why do the prettiest People

Burn the brightest?

Why is the most graceful snowflake

Too cold to touch?

Too delicate?

It is in Darkness

That her Splendour resides.

Cast into Light

She would seem but plain.

I am cursed that I

Understand this vision,

If only I could

Be blind again.