When Can I See You Again, Such An Intoxicating Aroma Poem by Kewayne Wadley

This is how we came to meet.
An hot liquid overflowing into my mouth,
Over the rim of porcelain.
Political in an sense.
A voice made clear, a subtle stimulation
In an dark ocean of brown.
Your words flowing into my mouth.
An keepsake of trust, a devotion to how much I need you.
The insomnia of open eyes, swirling around my mouth.
Heaven sent, filled with sugar.
The splash of bliss across my lips.
Staring down into an empty coffee mug.
I think I need more coffee.
When can I see you again