Melding
He gave her the cup,
Warm through the glazed smoothness,
Rounding in her hands.
The earthy darkness had a frothy bubbling
Around the edges
Of the pool of liquid.
Her cream was thick,
Heavy, resting on top the brown.
The shape of a leaf had formed
From the whipped foam.
Slowly into the warmth,
The cream drifted,
Leaf disappeared,
Melting down into her shallow pool.
She offered him a sip.
He accepted.
The creamy foam had left its mark outlining his lips.
And she kissed him, sharing the goodness..
Melding

Raine Les 5/04/2008

^^ kinda has a intament touch to it! I love it!

Nothing like sharing!

Simplistically beautiful!!

Now I want a Starbucks Latte. That was nice and descriptive.

Ditto

A good write- thoughts melding into...