to learn to say 'i love you'coffee's sugar spat on my veins.her song cried outname after nameand on their cupswouldspeak in inure-whispers of extra creami've never spokenthe language of baristasbut for heri could speak a thousandmaybe morecarving in betweenits bitter taste;filling me.i will wait for herto call out my name'tall half and half'let theangled heat escapefrom meslowly(just to kiss heragain.)
nights and daysstop;breathe before yournext words, sweet girl,for they may beas sharp as silence.stop;this bed, once leftunmade and now just leftfeels just about right.stop;for the seconds handon a clockticks away now,waiting for no one.
a haiku for twoi have a hard timethinking ofwhy not to love you.