coffee

i like coffee. i like watching dark streamlets of espresso dribbling into a waiting shot glass, to be tipped into a steaming cup of frothy white milk. i like wrapping my hands around it and letting its heat suffuse into my fingers through the thin paper sleeve. i like letting the first humid whiff of it curl up to engulf my face and fill my lungs with its sweet, seductive aroma. and as i walk away, i like the thump of the handle against the counter as someone knocks the used grounds  into the trash.

how do you explain what coffee smells like?!