Starbucks
The laptop is on the table
steamy non-fat latte
brings to your mind inspiration
of your young lover who comes
to flood your imagination
and the poem rises
from the sweetness of the coffee
to swirl over the coffee table
as if you hit the keys of a piano
as if directing a new crescendo
over your lover’s fiery body
exquisite paean
that dominates your verses
and you imagine honey dripping
from her lips that
you dream to taste soon
Manolis Aligizakis 