Broken people all over the floor staring into full cups... or are they half empty?
Are they sipping on reality today or fantasy?
I wonder how it tastes? Is it bitter or cold like their lovers?
Hot, sweet and something they’ve wanted since they woke up... like their lovers?
We are all broken aren’t we, in beautiful and ugly ways.
I hear it in their voices
It seeps from their skin and mixes with the aroma of those amazing arabica beans.
Suffering and sensuality combined
Suffering is human, pain a constant companion that can dig a hole and throw you in or drive you forward like your favourite cup of flat white 💜