Ode onto coffee.
Luke Hsieh
We deprive you of your queenly palace and throne,
Then into the hellish fire - we torture you into the bone,
Now what is left of your fairly formed body is waned and dry,
We still grind you down until nothing is recognisable but your sad eyes,
Yet silent you remain without protestation,
Quiet!
Tacitly receive my kiss,
Not a word,
Now you are part of me - tho never loved I begin seeing love,
Recite poetry O Venus!
Why did you send me this enchantress?
I kiss you again,
Silent still,
Sound of ravishing Viennese waltz enters my ear,
In this sleepless night,
I cannot rest,
No, not when you are with me,
So let's dance,
Or I'll kiss you again, yet again,
Seeing fairies - what - so I laugh,
What have I done?
Spoil you all over my carpet, so I laugh a little more,
Gone is this bliss,
I will see you again as usual time tomorrow night,
Silent all.
Who but you my harmless young lady,
Can bestow upon me so rich an experience?
Love, bravery, devotion, all in three minute of contact
When I kiss you and you become my blood, reason, world and facts
Who needs love?
Who needs God?
Who needs ecstasy?
Who needs laughter;
In my motionless absurdity you supply all;
Every supposed virtues of womankind,
In this cup of enchantress I undoubtedly find.
-Luke Hsieh