This poem was written in Neruda's style. This may be one of my own favorite poems that I've written. It's so simple but elegant and the descriptions really fit how I see my favorite beverage.


Crystal green shells
Cold
Alone
A weary life
Homes of discontent
With pain
Plucked from
Death
With leathered hands
Grit plaguing
Thin cracks
And placed
Among brothers
In furnaces of
Light
Love
And life
The pop of
Depression
Sparks their
Winter outfits
Into warmth
A womb
Until darkness and fire
Once again
Crusts the layers
And aromatic
Essences
Make cream
Out of
Emotion
Granite cobbles
Extracted into geysers
Of heat
Dirt lifted from
The pure bodies
Of innocence
And integrity
Crushed cleanly
And flatly into
Black
Bloody
Water