People have a lot in common with coffee Some of us are sweeter than others Some of us taste of spice Some of us are black Some of us are brown Some have too much milk and turn out white Some of us are cheap Some of us are not Some of us are free Some of us are not We all came from different places We all have different names Americano, cappuccino, caramel latte But as we all gather in this coffee shop Only one thing is true Coffee is coffee What you make yourself is up to you
sculpt you in the palm of my hand chisel your most fragile features until i feel your raw coarse frame let your hair dangle until is grazes my ever so nourishing skin that aroma...ahh the aroma of fresh cappuccino hinted with a vanilla scent you look gorgeous in that mahogany tinted outfit...fits you splendidly (splenda) your heating up . skin must not like the material. remember when you said you lost my favorite pair of jeans at the dry cleaners?
anyways my scolding coffee looks better on you than still in my cup.
Half calf with a twist As the line stands Thinking she is a superimposed ***** Foregoing on
Barista Waist like an elastic band Hair waving hello in it’s pinkness Homeless man coming in Screaming Obscenities Something about Romans and Euripides As if in a round about Circle the store like a hovered cloud Then out again
The rocker dude sipping his tea The older man in the corner Who constantly leaves Wandering where one can’t see Trailing behind his laptop and keys Somewhere in this madness loop Latte’s and Macchiato's brew And I With a child's flair Take it all in, while I throw back my hair
mornings brew a coffee-colored universe: milky way of latte mixes, spiral galaxies whirl on the caffeine-intoxicated mug ground beans fell like the Geminid showers, the aroma danced with rising planets, and swirling reverse black hole of sweet bitterness lets you taste warmth and satisfaction.
like a shot of caffé espresso, i would never think twice drinking: though it scorches the mouth i'll take the stellar influx, just give you the taste of heaven that the cosmic dreams only had.
— to that mug in universe's album art, thank you for inspiring me at three a.m.
We sat at your favorite Persian cafe. My hand wrapped around the coffee mug while the other interlaced with yours, somehow feeling warmer. We walked out that day into the toasty September air, you looked at me and your eyes were as brown. Your pearly smile filling my heart up. And as we stopped right in front of the crystal blue sea and my toes met the water, you wrapped your hands around me blanketing me with comfort. And at that very moment as I leaned back into you I remembered just what you reminded me of. You reminded me of sipping on a cup of warm latte on a chilly december night.