Sipping Rich Sweet Comfort From A Mug
"As I raise the steaming, hot mug to my lips,
The tantalizing, wafting, sweet aroma of chocolate,
Awakens my senses,
And I smile.
A tiny, sugary globe sticks to my upper lip and it tickles..."
Sipping Rich Sweet Comfort From A Mug
As I raise the steaming, hot mug to my lips,
The tantalizing, wafting, sweet aroma of chocolate,
Awakens my senses,
And I smile.
A tiny, sugary globe sticks to my upper lip and it tickles,
I giggle in response, sending out my pink tongue to swipe along my lips to pick up the sticky, white residue,
Before I continue my louder-than-proper first sip.
The warm, delicious liquid in my mug greets my ready and willing taste buds,
And I gratefully savour and appreciate the hot, rich sweetness,
As the flavours run pass my lips, warmly caress my tongue,
And gently slide down my throat.
I open my mouth wider on my next sip,
To capture several of the tiny, white, bobbing globes,
Before they completely disappear,
Leaving only their white swirling trails as melty-evidence,
Those white winding rivers that will soon float on the surface of my steaming, hot drink.
The tiny, spongy marshmallows I have captured, instantly melt,
Between my tongue and the roof of my mouth,
Having rapidly been melting already.
I’m feeling blessed in this moment,
As I sip this rich comfort in a mug,
This hot, steaming mix of sweet chocolate and frothy bubbles of milk.
I know I keep sipping faster than I’d like to,
But I am unable to stop as I crave sip after warm, sugary sip.
It is rapidly becoming evident that the mug will soon be empty,
Mentally, I feel a twinge of regret,
And, in that moment I wonder,
Does one ever have a second cup of hot cocoa?
In a blink the warm, liquid comfort in my mug is gone,
But my mouth is still appreciating the lingering tastes of the chocolate,
And my belly tells me that I am quite full, full of cocoa and satiated.
My mind registers a fulfilment of appreciation,
Of gratitude, of my love for this tasty pleasure,
Even if I long for more.
There is nothing more delightful on a cold Winter’s day,
Than a hot, steaming mug of cocoa brimmed with sugary, bobbing marshmallows,
It is a comforting mug of sweet, liquid satisfaction.
I sit for a moment in the end, eyes closed,
To savour and appreciate the chocolatey sweet aftermath,
That is still suspended upon my grateful taste buds.
I imprint this moment, this culinary pleasure-pause,
Into the data bank tucked away in my mind,
Until my next mug of rich, sweet, cocoa comfort.
by Lise Parton
Poem from my book, Tasty Treasures & Edible Pleasures, available as an eBook on Amazon: https://www.amazon.ca/Tasty-Treasures-Edible-Pleasures-Parton-ebook/dp/B0917X33DD/ref=sr_1_2?crid=1MHHO8ACMPVYD&keywords=lise+parton&qid=1643215457&sprefix=lise+parton%2Caps%2C155&sr=8-2
Photo of beverage above courtesy of Michael Fallon on unsplash.com
