There was Anthem
Always that
Hipsterish
Coffeehouse
Isn’t ever
Good enough
By itself
By itself
Sunrise ’till set
Black and white
Mocha taste
Competent
Barista right
Beside me
In my bed
This morning
The sweetest face
Bitter taste
Of coffee
In morning
A touch and kiss
Handholding
Adventure
In traffic
General Tso’s
At the Rose
Garden with
Some black tea
Best friends in town
Late dinners
Sleeping over
All feels better
Chatting on the
Bed and some
Wonderful
Covert love
Pretty pretty
Lights gone dim
Until the
Next morning
Getting dressed when
We wake up
Making out
But not too much
You are passenger
And another
36
Hours with
You the only one
Competent
Enough to
Make my coffee
Making mornings
Start off right
My waking up
Ritual
All the better
Because
You are the
One
Making coffee
In my mornings
Consume Reality! 