♡Coffee Love♡

Coffee Love♡♡ Open and Accepting♡♡ Needing Admins___

He stood fifty times his height,
his palms pressed against the glass
separating him from the road in their glamour;
blurred images of car in their splendor –
and there isn’t the 
familiar scent of coffee – 
I call this pandemonium.
Nothing beats a day in a café 
redolent of the finest Arabica,
he’d inhale deeply and recall :
unroasted gives the sweetest scents
of blueberries – 
roasted’s entirely different:
fruit, sugar, perfume –
They call this addiction. 
Mnemonic – a wind chime 
lost in the array of winds.
“You used to be my cup of tea –
I drink coffee now.”
These words slip out of his dry lips,
and a lone tear trickles down a milky cheek;
They all say if they’ve got love,
they don’t need money –
He calls this heaven.

~admin mark