Thursday riddle poem #3

By Annette Marie Hyder

My black gaze
is born of evergreen.
My provenance is global.
The places I’ve “bean”
could fill considerable pages.
“The bitter invention of Satan”, I’ve been
blessed by a pope and lauded by sages.

The sweet steam of wakefulness
the aroma of clarity —
some find their day incomplete
until they have been with me.

I can make your hands shake
I can make your pulse blip
but I’m also good for you.
So come take a sip.

What am I?

Take a guess.

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