Intoxicated

  

My coffee smoulders in the quiet dawn,

Its aroma drifting through forgotten dreams,

Curling softly around the corners of memory,

Awakening desires hidden beneath silence.

The cup trembles gently between my fingers,

Like a secret longing waiting to be spoken,

And every rising swirl of fragrant warmth

Paints soft mountains upon the restless heart.

Outside, the world rushes without tenderness,

Yet here, time melts into velvet stillness,

Where thoughts dissolve like sugar crystals

Into bittersweet pools of aching affection.

The steam kisses my face with tenderness,

As though old passions  returned again,

Whispering your name through scented clouds

That linger stubbornly against the soul.

I sip slowly from the porcelain silence,

And feel emotions bloom like midnight roses,

Wild, untamed, and beautifully dangerous,

Carrying the fervour of unfinished desires.

Somewhere between the warmth and bitterness,

Love sits quietly beside my solitude,

Breathing softly through the coffee smoke,

Turning loneliness into a sacred intoxication.

©®Madhumita