Least Read Poems About Coffee

Caramel thick and smooth
Whipped cream
Of my dream
Coffee turned vanilla
Chilled
With a dash of sprinkles
And maybe some hazel
I drink

Wisp of coffee curling in the air
from the porcelain demitasse.
Getting high on the earthy aroma
permeating the zephyr
under the serene aurora,
where I hummed with whispers of dawn,
swam through the bittersweet flow
warming the gelid within.
Caffeine pervading my veins,
I’m in a daze.