Caffeinated dreams -
A brew not yet brewed
The beans lie still,
Theobroma within!

Mortar and pestle -
He works them gently
Nibs slowly surface
The harshness they endured
Now lingers - bitter!

A bain-marie waits -
For the nibs to enter.
He slides them in
And awaits the brew!

A concoction forming -
He stirs - 
Aroma rising
The room holds it
Like breath!

A brew now brewed -
Ready for its drinker
Into mugs it is poured
And all of Them savour!