Feelings resurrected and the process felt like

I was clinging onto a torrid cup of coffee

Drenched with the desire to let go

but draped in the aroma that lingered beyond the first moment

The burn has me speaking in tongues,

chanting for our collision in ethnic languages

The rushing high of the beans brewing your return

bolder than the first cup

We were resurrected amidst the tug of war of our souls

between comings and goings, rights and lefts

Leftover love christened with cocoa beans

beaming rays of you and I, unfiltered.

I’ll take you and my coffee over the table of our blackest fears

painting them white to accentuate

the majesty of our caramel latte flesh

and hot chocolate fibres as they trade motions

of body art and granting fantasies

Lie with me as our bodies remain enveloped

in our caffeinated love

Silence the demons with the tick tocking

of our hearts in sync with the waves of the nights

Our gestures setting sails and merging tides

The fluidity of our love flows deeper,

we set still waters running wilder

to the dead sea as we grant it life

Resurrected . . .