I express myself
in languid liquid
tiny cup
great potential
rocket fueled fuming
consuming conflagration
fire eater me
Oh you
sip seductively
out of reach
but teach me
no one needs to see me
for you’re devouring words
making a meal of my brain burst
You don’t see me
but you feel me,
say the tears dripping down your cheeks.
I wield a mighty weapon,
anonymously.
Shawn L. Bird 
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[…] via poem-espresso — Shawn L. Bird […]
I was wondering why tears if you are reading a poem just like you sip coffee……. suddenly a flash…..HOT…..poem or the coffee…..,both!
Or the speaker is personifying the espresso watching others reading… (an interesting perspective!)
Very true, even better…..lol!
Observation is the key …… the guiding light for a poet!