Early impatience to your inevitable lateness

Love's fresh aroma makes my heart beat

Awaiting half Irish steampunk entrance

Mixed black and bitter - dusted vanilla sweet

 

Crowd well scanned for anyone we know

Cappuccino obediently essenced to your liking

Before sitting with me in comfort, and on show

We box witty as hares – tease, half chastising

 

Two serpents born out of a twist of silver

Amongst stranger spectators, taking palm to unfold 

Eyes closed, you kiss me, put ring on my finger

From that moment - I’m yours to have and to hold

 

Startled by your sincerity, milky froth all dregged up

Extra hot, extra wet, extra shot - now in my coffee cup.

 

© Katypoetess 2013