*at Bali Cafe Cappucino Poem by HAZEL Calumarde

At long last
we mixed ourselves
to its impossible outcome.

You're the tea of a
classy, formal function
that rejuvenates life and love
to its multiple disfunction.

Here I am
a milk of a poor cow
in a field whose life
is stock in its barn of grief.

Now mixed together
as green latte,
at Bali Cafe Cappucino.

And a cup of you and me
is like love of a many splendored thing
that bubbles and foams
as we stir our life up
in mine and your cup of life,

This makes a good combination
that made me savor
till to its last dropp of exquisite flavor.