The Cup

The cup hisses silently

I, on the sofa,

With my feet up, drawn...

Don't wanna move an inch

Till the sight of the next dawn

The sun had set long ago

Dinner's finished

Beds spread, Days done

But the evening ...

Not wanting to go.... yet.

I whiff the familiar smell

Too known to ignore

It's just a few steps...

To the kitchen table,

Next to the door

Fresh to my taste

May be the flavour which I like best

Or the one which I like a bit less

Too tempting to resist

It's time to arise, walk a few steps

But, seconds have passed,

The flavour may have left

Like the smell of just wet ground

Gone after a shower of rain,

Do I go the distance

May be all in vain ?

A few still moments

Then a familiar voice

Of footsteps....

And the cup

Of my favourite brew

As I grab for that sip

What more could I ask

Than a wish come true!