May you flourish and bloom,
Small white flowers.
Purity.
May you live in unabashed expression of sunshine.
Bright and emerald.
Smooth.
May you turn red and ripe, full.
Juicy.
May you walk through the world with wonder.
Understand connectivity when you hold a cup of coffee.
Whisked away from the farm and
Enter your kitchen—
Imagine if the ancient Greeks had drunk coffee.
The Theatron, the temple.
Coffee in the Andron?
Look, transformation! An honor.
Sensory philosophy.
May I understand when you grind me down,
It is not malice.
May I notice your lips.
Kissing me, matching my warmth.
Your eyes watch me, secretly.
Ingest.
Admiring my body— my flowing form.
Liquid folding like the
Fabric of their cloaks.
Crowned.
Fresh wreath of myrtle.
