05.05.06
Coffee-gasm
I’m trying to wean myself off of coffee. The catch is that I’m a coffee whore. I dream vividly of perfectly extracted Americano’s and fresh cream. Some people wake up thinking of erotic dreams that really felt like sex. I wake up thinking I really had a sip of the perfect cup.
I had a conversation with Ambria that illustrated this insanity…
Me: So I was standing in Starbuck’s and I saw they had a miniature espresso machine and thought, “Oh my god! That would totally fit in the outlet of my jeep. I could have fresh espresso first thing in the morning while I’m out camping in the desert.” Ambria, you know I only rough it when I have to or when I’m trying to impress a guy.
Ambria: Yeah, but you’re just – well, how can I put this politely – uhm, forgetful enough to make your cup of coffee and drain the battery on your jeep and be stranded in the desert with a dead car and only a cup of espresso to keep you company.
Me: I’m so glad you said forgetful and not retarded. That was sweet.
Ambria: Well, I was thinking it and I know you know I was thinking it so there was no point in saying it.
This is the kind of conversation you have with someone who knows you and never lets you forget it. So in honor of my coffee dependency and my attempt to be a stronger less dependant woman I’ve written a little ode to coffee as my farewell.
Ode to Coffee
By Athena
Your scent rouses me from sleep, like pheromone dreams of heady sex.
Even as my eyes open, my body remembers you and pulses with wanting.
I stagger from the comfort of bed into the chill of pre-dawn intent on your taste.
Cold floor under foot, crescent moon shrugging off starry quilts outside the window.
I need you.
Burn for you.
I won’t be satisfied until your heavy black body fits snuggly into mine.
Until, your flavor makes love to my tongue, your heat flashes through my veins.
This morning of decadence is my smile for the day.
My early morning lover, you waken me like Siegfried’s Dragon blood.
I see.
I hear.
I smell.
The world opens to me at your touch.
I am, because you coax me to be. I borrow your strength. Your power humming.
Our embrace is more languorous loving than animal fierceness.
You slip inside me, while I swallow your bitter-sweetness again and again.
Finally, you are spent, and vanish into me like a ghost, or a dream with potent afterlife.
My day begins, and I will think of you fondly, flashing back to our time before the sun.
I will go to sleep thinking of you, dream of your heavy body twined with mine and hope to wake soon so I might be with you again.
Jeffy said,
May 8, 2006 at 8:31 am
I think going without coffee is one of the only sins I wont commit in this lifetime. It is a sin right? Probably in Seattle. Anyhow
http://www.newegg.com/Product/ProductList.asp?N=2010320072+4026&Submit=ENE&SubCategory=72&Description=UPS&Ntk=all
Plug it in to the UPS, gives you enough time to make a pot and the UPS can charge when you are driving
No desert death scenario, same caffeine high.
Administrator said,
May 8, 2006 at 12:42 pm
It is a sin, but I figure I’m already going to hell for so many things… one more sin wont hurt. Being an ex-mormon I’m damned if I do, being from the Pacific Northwest I’m damned if I don’t. I like you’re idea though.
Ben said,
July 27, 2007 at 10:24 am
I will never look at a cup of coffee the same. I know I love coffee but wow…Your prose takes it too a new level.
With an addiction like yours I really need to introduce to my best friends wife…She manages a Starbucks and I’m thinking you need all the free coffee you can get. lol
Athena said,
July 27, 2007 at 3:28 pm
Hi Ben,
As far as addictions go, I think I could do worse.
I might have to meet this friend of yours…
Cheers,
Athena