porcelain and denim

it sits,

and waits for her to sip it away.

the taste,

dark, blackening with every intake,

as she puffs it out,

her lungs are set free.

hints of cigar, wine and coffee,

lay on her breath,

as his lips reach her forehead

before her eyes close to the world before it.

bare porcelain and in jeans,

she lays.

silently.

his hands create a warmth

that she has yet to feel 

until now.

the sun rises

peers in the window,

as she rolls over,

blocking out all light.

the mug still on the side,

and she takes a sip,

its dark, blackening with every intake

as it awakes 

something inside.

another day has passed,

and night falls again,

as bare porcelain

sits in her jeans,

a mug at her lips,

she takes in every flavor

that the elixir has given her,

dark, blackening with every intake.

it has warmed her ,

on the coldest of days,

awaken her,

on the worst ones,

kept her alive,

on the dreary ones,

and the darkest of tastes,

has brought

a smile...

to her porcelain face.

{at the coffee pot, study break}