November 30, 2010

Latte

When I see you
My eyes recover hope
Fleeing
Frightful
Hope
Try to tell you
Nothing comes out
What could I say?
I
Lust
You?
Oh, no
Not me
Not the lonely coffee drinker
Cursed to only say:
Venti
Soy
Latte
Please?

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