Coffee you say?
Java? Me?
I'll have Gautamalen
If you don't mind
My thoughts have been with you
Regardless of time
Or geography
My eyes are the opals
Of yonder
The sky
Yours are like the tea waters
Of the creek
Running through the marshes
If they had a fragrance
It would be of almonds
Mine?
Petchuli
Your lips are intelligent
Mine are soft and spicey
Rose Red
My father would say
I've missed you
It's good to see your eyes
Taste coffee with you
Sense your aroma
Welcome back!