like a doughnut in a bakery rises and
ceases to exist after conversation and
a mug of coffee, she inhales sugar and
exhales spice. She’s sweet like a peanut
butter cookie, with a bite like black coffee.
She’s cold feet on a frigid day, wool socks
slacking. And when the time comes,
where gratifying sentences lead way for
loitering, she’ll stay. Because until the
bottomless mug leaves a circular stain,
peculiar curiosity and care for you
will keep me grounded all day.