Coffee

This paint-by-number lifestyle has the pittied appearance of a lopsided relationship. At least it's poetic. The effort asked, surpassing the effort provided, surpassed by the effort withheld. Demanding more; shaken and poured from an empty cup. Tap, tapping the bottom for one last drop. When will you fill it - oh, to feel full! - and what with? I've got darkness brewing in the corner coffee pot; those temptations you warned of. Heating, scented, teasing, while you tap.. tap.. tap. Talking to you 'god'