Love, Coffee, Her

In love I am. 

Her tongue tastes

like local, harvested,

coffee 

from the shop 

down the street. 

Her heartbeat 

is what I live

for. 

Love, her gentle,

caring love,

helps me breathe, 

helps me be, helps me

see the humanity 

in other people,

beauty in everything 

around us. the light 

in our dark world. With 

coffee and her I curl 

up. Dream about us.

Trust that love is 

forever. 

With my fingertip 

I stir

the coffee, and 

feel fortunate 

I have 

her.