the green and the brown

o my beans of green

o my beans of brown

these are
coffee days

am I the master
or the slave

I turn you on the flame
I
make you change

but should I miss
a roasting
day
I
am a devastation

o my browning greens

o aromatic wonders

I turn you
round and round
that you should not burn

your oil lingers
fragrant
on my fingertips

the essence of you
is everywhere
and I
am the one consumed


© Frank Prem, 2017

Poem #16: line dancers

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