I love espresso,
So sweet and so strong.
My eyebrows dance
As I sip soft blackness,
My mouth, once long, enlivens
With swift speech setting
A sun dried arch of life,
Spitting out pop culture,
Movie quotes of youth.
When I drink espresso
I cannot contain myself.
I speak to strangers
Of adventures
And far away places.
I tell them my dreams
And they join me. . .
To share sweet dreams
and sip espresso.

• blackness
• dreams
• espresso
• Peter Liptak
• Poems
• poetry
• sip
• strangers
• thoughts