Little hairs tickled
More than just my goose-bumped skin. . .
Feels like young romance.
The Taste of Two Lovers. . .
Coffee or chai, they ask. . .
Why does a choice have to be made?
Like it defines your personality,
Like you can only love one. . .
. . .Or can you only have one love?
Of course, there’s my dear coffee…
With its caramelized smell
That sweep me off my feet,
And it’s oh so yummy taste,
Which wakes me from my deepest slumber.
Black coffee without sugar,
For when I’m on a diet,
Or looking for an extra push.
Milk coffee with extra sugar,
For when I need my comfy caffeine,
To deal with the world, so tiring.
And fun filled cold coffee,
Always with some new twist,
That’s my favorite chill pill!
Oh! How I love coffee!
Or. . . is chai the one I love?
She woos with with her aroma,
As she grinds her cardamon with mortar and pestle,
Like an enchantress building a love potion.
Then she adds hot cinnamon and fresh ginger,
A real spice of life!
Throws in a medicinal bay leaf, like I’m sick
And my only cure is her love.
She mixes the magic of the tea leaves
And smooths it out with white milk
Finally, she sweetens her deception with sugar
So, when I kiss the cup, I’m in eternal bliss
And by the time I’ve drunk my fill
I’m head-over heels in love.
I guess I should have known from the start,
There’s many chambers in my heart,
Some secured for coffee,
And some for my dearest chai.
They each have their own magic,
To choose one. . .would be tragic!
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When we were lonely, we met in the rain.
We only stood and stared at each other.
We shared comfort in misery and pain.
And in the raindrops, our tears found cover. . .
Our own silence was louder than the storm.
But we found heat in the palms of our hands.
You became the jacket to keep me warm.
Is this love? My anxiety expands.
But you only love me when you’re lonely.
You only call me when you are in pain.
You no longer call me like you know me.
I guess this is how it feels to “betray.”
Friend, there’s times and seasons for everything.
For both being away and to embrace.
The monsoon season gave no covering.
When it subsided we both felt out of place.
But every time I met your tear filled gaze.
My reflection was nowhere in hiding.
My heart sank deep into a hopeless place.
I prayed for our friendship never ending.
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