Somewhere in the grinds that have settled at the bottom of my cup
is the answer as to how I’m to say “I lust you”
And, as I savour that last sweet drop of my morning java
it comes to me that neither of us enjoys bitter grinds
So in an off-handed way, as I reach for the coffeepot
I turn towards your gaze looking back so damn serious,
sitting so still at the table next to me, and I attempt
to place a smile on your deserving lips by stammering
I love you
– Chris George
