I puckered my lips to kiss--
to kiss the warm edges
of my coffee mug,
to taste the bitter sweetness
of the brew within.
I held my mug close to me
like a lover,
as one kiss after another
began warming my insides.
I wanted the kisses to last forever,
and they will--
in my heart and mind,
on the edges of my mug
and the center of my lips,
and out into the ethers.