• Lise Parton

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



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