caffeine monologue

Gods of insomnia.
I need you right now!

Uh, is that you coffee?
beckoning me?
asking me to pour you into a Moka pot and let you steep and steam and kiss you with my lips.
What was it that you said?
no milk?
of course.
What? a bit of sugar?
well sure, why not?
ah is that all then?
Coarsely ground?
is that how you like it.
But of course, I shall respect you beloved.