Caffeinated Confessions
by Jordan Johnson
Kean University
Jordan Johnson is an English - Writing major at Kean University who will graduate in 2023.
Caffeinated Confessions
A cool Saturday morning finds us
crowded at a café, and again I’m wondering
how I found myself
In the palm of your hands. No,
a simple coffee will suffice,
Dear.
I know that if I indulge on a buttery croissant,
I’ll become buttered myself, saturated
With your creamy voice.
I have a hot cup of coffee, but I can’t
See the steam coming from yours,
And I’m cursing myself again
For saying “Yes!” so eagerly to your offer.
You start chatting about the chilly weather
With a Sweet’n Low smile;
I can even taste some seeping into my coffee.
Your oh-so innocuous eyes
Practically bulge with guilt and lies.
Mine are squinting at you.
The coffee is getting fouler
With each grain of that false sugar,
And I’m coughing at every sip now.
Suddenly, your trembling hands fail you.
The mug topples over, pouring out a
Small, growing puddle of your contents.
Your eyes water, and your hands shake
As you tell me how sorry you are
For hiding the truth about us and our love
From everyone else and yourself.
I finally taste the sugar and cream
Gushing from your lips.
I reach out and hold the trembling hands
Of my lovely caffeinated mess,
Knowing you’ll never let go.
Editors’ Comments
Caffeinated Confessions is a delicious read. The descriptions in this poem are so well written you will be able to taste them.