Coffee.

We look at each other like we’re going to kiss;
Holding our breath, and wishing clocks would stop.
We’re held tight to each other; chest to chest,
Trying with what we have to leave no room for air.

And as we’re letting go,
We take a step back,
Lower our eyes,
Close the gap.

And your lips taste like coffee,

And like most addictions,

my lips beg for more.