Coffee Of Stars

Her moon
the everlasting cream
in my coffee of stars.

I stir,
hoping she appears
in half-dark twinkles of night.

My hands warm
in the bistro of anticipation.
She leans against my lips,
& my emotions erupt
in hot steam.

A love like hers
silk as cream,
easing down my throat.

I stir,
until half-dark twinkles are covered.
I stir,
until only the smallest bit is shown.

Her moon
the everlasting cream
in my coffee of stars.

The taste forever lingers on my tongue,
this cream,
a kiss that orbits much of the world
a romance I taste
with each sip,
in my coffee of stars.