We are all given the ingredients of happiness, but the mixing is left to ourselves. – Ethel M. Dell
Standing hand in hand
you turn to me as the barista asked
what will it be?
Venti Latte, as always,
was my warm reply.
Your eyes probed mine in question,
espresso brown fingers
swirling over my milky white ones
Why not plain café au lait?
you ask,
saying that's all latte is anyway.
To you,
who sees coffee as just beverage
that may be so.
But that's not how I taste it.
Unsparing lovers prefer latte over anything else.
You see I am milk,
and you the rich brew
I must constantly empty myself into-
the single shot of espresso
forever waiting for me
to fill the entire cup.
We are latte
café au lait is half and half.
A.S. CRUZ
6.23.06
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