a love poem to filter coffee

of all the times i have tasted you,
leaving tantalising hints in my mouth anew

this morning has to be my favourite
you seemed to be in a rare mood, isn't it

no worries, although i prefer you to be sweet,
your bitterness was endearing, but it left me beat

my lips puckered in response but you were unnerved

and you burned my tongue! (which you think i deserved)

in this, i'd like to believe that fate had a say
if after so long you believe, i may have been led astray