Dark need

Slowly, cell by sleepy cell,
my anticipation swells
until there’s a slow-moving
lava-hot wave of need
pulverising my mind and
I acquiesce (what else
when faced with a volcano?)
and quench this
molten rock of desire
in a steaming mug of rich coffee.

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