Telarañas
i love the way mornings
say your name— like a child would.so delicate,
and sweet,mi telarañita—
an americano. hot.
two espresso shots, 4 circles of honey,
and soy milk
to the top.i know.
so,
sleep.a sneaky kiss
for your naked smile says:keep here,
how you are now,and i’ll be back with coffee.
