Cappuccino Café

When I give you my attention on my Americano time

It’s because I’m no Café Van Gogh

I’d rather give you the entirety of my pour over presence

than half an espresso martini ear

You’re worth more to me than instant coffee gratification

Or false frappé platitudes 

I’d rather dedicate an entire flat white night 

than the coldest foam of a cappuccino morning

It’s true that even never ending diner coffee mugs 

grow cold when sitting untouched for too long

I need time to savor all of your macchiato musings 

Have you ever asked yourself 

over your morning espresso shot

what you’d consider the value of my moka minutes?

I believe in better latté than never

So my sweet affogato friend

let’s sip to and savor that

~ H•E•R ~

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HER Poetry