The calm rush
                       of
warm coffee
streaming
           down your chin.
The hot tears
            of
candle wax
escaping
           onto the floor.
The bitter taste
     of
stale grief
swirling
            in your cup.

Your sorrow
      hardens
to my skin.
Let me pour
                   my
warmth over you
and
         allow
my steam to radiate
   and lift your
         lament.