You still have foam on your lip
I take my thumb and wipe it away
You smile softly and kiss my thumb
You look so sweet as you sip your cappuccino
Cinnamon on your breath
Mug in your hands
Smile on your face
I have never met someone so soft
Someone as addictive
Just like the cappuccino you're drinking
You left a mark on my heart
The same way that coffee stains around the rim of the cup
YOU ARE READING
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Poesíacoming of age poetry by a queer young adult writer. navigating relationships and the coming out process. peak inside the mind of a young woman with a mental illness.
