by Maureen O’Connor (bio after poem)
I want it hot,
a powerful boiling gift
to lick my tongue
bitter black or
sweet smooth with milk,
essential like water
or life’s blood.
I need it to
percolate my endorphins,
stimulate my senses,
caffeinate my sensibilities
and wake me,
like a good lover.
Then it leaves me
wanting more,
hot.
Copyright © 2002 + Maureen O’Connor. All Rights Reserved.
About Maureen O’Connor
Maureen O’Connor says: “I live in Buffalo, NY. My poetry has been published in 3 anthologies - Through the Hourglass, Poetry’s Elite: The Best Poets of 2000 (Editor’s Choice Award), and The Shadow’s Imprint: Poetic Reflections on Death (to be published this Fall). I am a founding member of the DCW Writer’s Group and member of ‘just buffalo literary center, inc.’ I enjoy reading my work in public, and in fact, my reading debut for ‘just buffalo’ was in a coffee house (SPOT COFFEE - Buffalo, NY). As for coffee, cinnamon is just too good with it. Hmmm, still savoring that Americano from lunch…”
