now -it is- it's that time for dessert. . .

For something totally unrelated to reason -
I detect a hint of authority!
Sexuality.
What?
Might this not express my own sense. . .
of a tolerating wisdom.
That such windows remain concealed,
closed.
That I've become something entirely
frightened by.
This sense of urgency.

Droppings of coffee sounds
from the machine. . .
of my coffee-maker.
Drip - dripping coffee
all day
-long.

Oh! These jaws of comfort'
of mine. . .
not naive to reason.

The coffee tastes of great - delight.