Coffee,
\nthe first kiss of breakfast
\nis a bitter bean,
\nsweetened by cream and sugar,
\nbut its bitterness
\nis the true sweet,
\nthe poem of soul.
\nChocolate
\nis a black heart,
\nbitter beyond bitter,
\nrecovered by gentleness,
\na kiss
\nwild at its center.<\/p>\n
And life
\nsweetest of the sweet
\nentangling heaven,
\nentangles hell,
\na bitter beyond love’s reaching.
\nMetaphors
\nfor bitterness inside me,
\nwhose skin
\nis sensitive to anguish,
\nbeing wounded,
\nif I dare to live
\nwith bitter.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Coffee, the first kiss of breakfast is a bitter bean, sweetened by cream and sugar, but its bitterness is the true sweet, the poem of…<\/p>\n