You’re a half-caf non-dairy grande latte…
with two shots of espresso.
And I drink you like I need an awakening.
Because your sugar rush makes my heart pump,
my shoulders jump,
my knees crump-le under the weight of your…
love?
Or is it a temporary energy fix when our souls kiss
like the extra whip on my frappuccinno?
I can’t see no end to the warmth of this cup in my hands…
caramel drizzle on my limbs, mocha dripping down to the very ends
of my spine.
This confection is bringing me to life!
And it’s…you.
Please don’t stop.
So if we were to role play, I’d be the customer and you’d be my barista.
“Let me have a venti blended with your heart, my soul, two halves of one whole,
no tears, forgotten fears, and extra whipped smiles on top.”