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Coffee Bean

I am a coffee bean, 
born from the ground.
Nourished by the rain ,
kissed by the sun. 

Bloom as renewed promised of love, 
in green, 
sweet nectar inside
in red, 
ripped on my own terms. 

My boldness forged by the sun,
through trial and tribulations,
I’m becoming who you love,
a strong fluid of forces.

My skin darken by the sun,
crushed into million pieces,
turned to a blend,
yet, I am still a coffee bean.

Take me while I’m hot,
savor me slow,
impregnate your senses with my aroma,
delight yourself in my body.
By Edel Pace
Coffee Bean Edel Pace

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(4) Comments

  1. Would you believe I’m over 70 years old and I’ve NEVER had a cup of coffee? But I love your poem!

    1. Edel says:

      Really? Oh wow! I have drink coffee since very young; mostly drink it with milk. Now, black. It’s my ambrosia. Thank you, Martha.

  2. This is fantastic.

    1. Edel says:

      Thank you, Terry! : )

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