Poem #26

Your love is a latte.

This treat of a brew has become

A daily addiction,

One I crave like caffeine

The second I awake.

But I don’t even have to ask you for it:

You hand me a steaming cup without me asking.

Like magic, it appears next to my bed.

I’m barely conscious, my eyes still begging to stay closed, and yet,

I hold out my hand to accept

The perfectly hot and beautifully beige concoction.  

I never tire of its effect on me:

Waking me up,

One intentional sip at a time

Making me sigh with content.

I smile at the fulfilled now expectation,

And look into my cup with a

Love

That you’ll never know

Because

I’ve consumed all the liquid

In a hurry to feel my heart race.