white string’s

Coffee latte by my side,
waiting for my flight,
3 more hours to go.
Surrounded by many sights,
looking at my plight,
counting time…

like bitter sweet coffee, after taste nostalgia
accompanying tears of sky, winding time
back to old lime, little dime, falling
back to old time, back to old lines

first taste, I was back in first scene
where you and I were first seen
a wooden wall in between
a sweet taste lingering

second sip, feeling locked in chamber of four
pulsing place, pumping hard like never before
couldn’t wait anymore
bonded sensation, yearning for more

third time flow, radiating sense
addictive naughty latte, the feeling was intense
calming sky juice sent only reminiscence
baby, that was the urge that I couldn’t fence

stirred it, brewed it, rested it for some time
looking at it, second thought, better than red wine
sent me insane, floating with its aroma, a lifetime
a life worth investing, finding the finest line

drying milk crust, crispy must
weaving a hive, chocolate honey comb crust
just a dirty trick of my lust
filling it again, white chocolate lust

taste bud flourishing, sensitized
waking up every cell, aroused
clock ticking, 2 hours more to go
memory flourishing, cherishes
building new ones, arises
coffee latte, aroma grows