text: The fire in winter I wish you tasted as good as you smelled. You decive me every time i press my lips against you and out comes the burning sensation of coal and fire. Bitterness. The taste of actual dirt. As if someone just put soil in my cup and mixed it with water. Coffee. I have always loved the smell of coffee but i never knew what to do with it. I never knew the secret method to make this fantastic smell taste as good as i want it too. My earliest memory of coffee was waking up early morning and seeing my dad make a cup of coffee before work. He was a grizzly trucker man who loved the bitterness of just black coffee. He never added anything to it and the smell filled up the kitchen. It was beautiful and mocked me for never consuming it. I asked my dad for a taste and he laughed because he knew i would not enjoy it. I guess he knows it can taste better but bitter was his choice. When i tried it for the first time, my tounge was on fire and my mouth tasted like i ate a chunk of dirt. This was so confusing to me. I couldn't comprehend how something that smells so good can taste so bad. In a way i did like the deception because it was a hard feeling to express. I knew it could be possible to like this, i thought i wasn't old enough yet so i just enjoyed the smell and never bothered to try it again. My second experience with coffee was on a cold saturday. I was staying with some family in an R.V out of town. There was six of us in that mobile home and no one bothered to check the weather for that weekend. When i woke up my parents have already showered so i decided to jump in real quick. I didn't stay too long because i knew i would just get cold again after so the false sense of warmth i felt from the water was short felt. When i got dressed and opened the bathroom door. My nose was greeted with a familiar smell. The aroma of heavens delight was waiting for me on the counter near the sink. My cousin had went to a corner store near us and grabbed a coffee for us all. I held onto it just to make my hands warm. I studied my cousin as she opened the lid of her cup and added sugar and cream. Two packets of sugar and two cups of cream. I fallowed her recipe exactly and stirred it all together. I half expected it to taste the same as when i was a kid but when i drank. My insides were starting to warm up and i stopped shaking from the cold. This was better then what i ever could have imagined. It was love in a cup and i was floating. All six of us just chatted for the next hour even after our drinks went dry. My breath had a funny taste and i imagine this is what people smell from another coffee drinkers mouth. I liked it.