Consider sipping your coffee.
Not a gulp, guzzle or glug,
But a single solitary sip,
Consider waiting just a moment;
That moment when you most want a sip
But you skip the sip and slurp instead
And burn your lip.
In that moment of waiting,
That moment before the sip
Preventing the burning lip from
Causing you to grip your cup
And tip it’s liquid love
On the floor, the table, your pants.
In that moment consider
The romance of a sip.
That sip that sings a song
So sweet you’ll sway along
To a tune of taste.
Imbibe the graceful notes
Of flavor and savor
A moment, just one.
But if you carry on
And add a sip or two or three
You’ll find that single melody
Develops to a symphony
Of taste, of time,
Of tempo sweet and smooth
And wild and free
A harmony of gustatory
Genuine veracity.
Consider a sip.