Poem: Beverages of Love

Love can be fickle and frothy. Then, we realize that it is bitter to be lonely, and finally find our zen. The love for beverages and the beverages of love. Hah! The fourth in the #loveseries. Am I not finding my footing, finally?

Poem: Beverages of Love

Beverages of Love: From pixabay

I wondered why
When Cappuccino or latte
is served in mellowed warmth
With cream and sugar
And they draw a swirling heart
On the froth on the surface
That was when we first met
The days of swirling love

Then these days have come -
I drink black coffee
Piping Hot, bitter, and black
And no heart on no froth
No symbol of the fickle.

The bottle reflects my ache
A dose of the contents
Mirage and miracles
I float away from the fickle

Of course, the green tea is around
That appeals deep inside
Calm and zen-like
My soul finds my divine and
knows now for sure that
love is just a shadow.

- Ashok Subramanian © 2023