You, are the coffee nigger.
I will burn your body
little by little; barbecue you brittle.
I will scald your spirit
and drink your dreams,
your steaming still surface,
darker than blood, darker than night.
My lips anticipate your crushed essence
they hunger for the taste of your roasted body,
craving your swe(e/a)t burnt bouquet.
I will drain you dry, I will drink you deep.
Intoxication in your wafting screams.
Bitter, Black, Burnt, Bartered, Bought
You are the coffee, nigger.