POEM

MY FOREPLAY WITH CREMA 

I have been watching you
my sugar hesitating, sinking slowly
beneath the surface
of the ultimate extraction

I have been caressing you
feather touching with the tip
of my tongue

immersed in the aroma,
overtaken by perfection,             
until you open up, until you let me in,
until you shamelessly reveal
your freshly harvested bottom
of my always thirsty cup                                
                                           - Lucian Zabramny, 1998