Scrunched and cold

Burrowed into sleep

Twisted sheets slippery

The village all a-twitter

 

Swimming to the surface

beyond the depths of my dream

coffee awaits. I sip.

Fog burns away.

Seven hundred- year- old bells peal.

 

My future mother-in-law

pours water into a sock

holding roasted chicory .

 

 

Foaming white and bold

Liquid black and deep

Chicory smelling peppery

Coffee tingling bitter

 

 

Love’s aroma

France’s flavor

Marriage’s body

A couple’s strength

A wedding’s aftertaste

Chicory coffee’s bitter-sweetness.