sip

Sometimes love
is like a mug of steaming coffee:
someone drew you with its heady scent
tempted you with its dizzy flavour
passed it to you, all generosity, and
watched you fall flat for it
(salivating)

but at the end of the day
there’s just you
sitting alone,
sipping it
savouring it
feeling its warmth steep into you
in your little corner
of the world.
(lover be damned.)