FE & PS Hi all! Hopefully, this finds each of you in a good place...basking in the day :) I woke this morning in one heckuva contemplative mood...something not foreign to me..as I'm sure you've all come to recognize... :P...And, the image and words all came over a simple cup o' joe. Djeez...But, hey, sometimes, that's just when inspiration sparks, in the simplest of moments, unexpected. And, even if I could design each minute of my life, I'd honestly have it no other way..:) Hope you enjoy! Endless thanks for your previous comments. Always, they make me reach and stretch farther still. And, with that sort of lovely inspiration, who could ever ask for more? Happiest Saturday! Hugs, Nancy~* A cup of black coffee reminds me who I am: my self, a conundrum of smooth bitterness. For you, hard to swallow, still, altogether craved. Radiant warmth cupped within your very hands, you drink greedily of me, to savor my heady, rich undertones of earth itself, and purest feeling. But the flavor of my age-acquired clarity, insight, disillusionment, somewhat acrid to your lips, hard for your shallow confines to stomach; my soul becomes, to you, no more than muddied water, sheer abstraction. Yet, oddly, I am not the one misrepresenting. Depths cool, and we become an ill coupling. I realize wholly, that I yearn, for a much richer blend than you could ever be. Even Juan Valdez surely weeps for me, in intangible, liquid reflections of recognition. His tears, and mine, break the still, quiet surface, becoming. NCM 2007