It feels so warm
sliding down my throat
A gentle cascade
into myself.
Holding the vessel
The heat warms my hands
and my soul.
Soothing like a woman
with soft skin
and long hair
and a gentle voice
I drink it down
and dream.
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A Soul's Walk 
Share some of that dream drink please!
“a gentle cascade into myself” >> great image!
the whole poem reads just as smoothly and soothingly as your warm drink =)
Take care,
Que
*opps just saw your dream drink is coffee…no thanks…rather not dream of the heady rush, the heart palpitations and headache that follows. =))
I don’t have any of those symptoms when I drink coffee. I might be less inclined to enjoy it if I did. But this poem could easily refer to another hot beverage.
Interestingly, my dream drink is coffee. I have been drinking it since I was a child and there are so many memories in every cup. There is a whole lot behind me liking coffee. Perhaps I should do a series on it.
That’s an interesting idea, hope it comes into fruition =)
Dreaming while being soothed by a hot drink–wonderful way to start and end the day, if you ask me!
So true granbee, so true.
Hmmm. Sounds like a Hot Tottie to me
I love Hot Totties.
Yes, do a series, Please! God bless you today.
Currently under advisement.