How awful the world would be if there was no such thing as
liquid joy. I don’t want to think about it.
I don’t want to wake up every cold and bitter morning
knowing that blue, ceramic mug will never
kiss his lips-
my favorite lips.
Last night I dreamt of you.
Sorry, not him. My true love:
But you should know, Mr. Latte,
that I sometimes falter in my ways-
and I are very happy together.
I pinky promise we only go so far, but you understand,
And I suppose since I’m already spewing truths,
you both should know I also fool around with
It’s nothing serious, just a “drink with benefits”, if you will.
An addiction isn’t always a negative thing.
Or maybe it is and I couldn’t care less.
Or maybe it isn’t and I still couldn’t care less.
Espresso and I are just two beans in a pod who
could not care less.