With Love and Meraki

How do you make this coffee One day I asked her While stirring with a spoon she Holding the cups came closer Moonlight nestling in her eyes Orange warmth from cups The spoon circling clockwise In the playful milky mixups The door a little ajar Jasmine fragrance wafting In the smile strumming a guitar A poem my thoughts drafting Why? With French Roast, she said Adding milk and sugar slight Her long hair in a braid Pigeons struggling for a flight A cascade came out in the smile Glistening warm coffee vapour The signals so tactile The palate-tickling flavour No, I said There is something more While the aroma spread Breakers hit the shore Is it the touch of your hands My buds tried to be flowers She didn't expand Twinkled the lilac hours Then the voice so soft and cozy Said in a golden glee I made the cup of coffee With my love and meraki December 6, 2017 For Silent One's Meraki - Poetry Contest