The life of a café latte
You look at the two tall transparent glasses in front of you. A shiny metal stirrer rests between them …
For now
You chose to sail through stormy weather,
unchartered waters and raging seas.
You could run away
live life as many do:
as “normal” guys –
Intense release
Touch me –
bring me to the edge.
Moaning I withhold
that which you let me retain
waiting for that cry of release
