Drink up

The porcelain is wet and slides past my lips,
slow and smooth like a lover giving in,
and it pours, like the breath of ecstatic joy,
the bitter breath of a painful joy,
from your parted, trembling lips.
Take me black and take me now,
Don't cool me down,
straight down,
around,
now,
right now,
right there,
on the ground.
Don't look in my eyes.
Don't look at your feet.
Don't look at anything.
No sugar, no cream, no flavor,
stark and sharp,
like a dart to the heart,
and when I'm empty you can pour another cup
and I'll slowly fill you up
with each succesive cup.
I will slowly fill you up.