Coffee with a foam heart.
Cake with raspberries,
At the bottom.
And me. Does that count?
As a rendezvous, an experience?
What am I waiting for?
A call, a text?
I'll go ahead with a bite,
A sip, a swallow.
With me, and no one else.
And a pen in the other hand,
I dare write, for,
What else is life?
But, words, and caffeine,
And baked goodness.
