Mocha Supernova

Eddies of liquid pearl and earth, twirling in the white cup of wake up,
Sitting, waiting, wishing for the moment to arrive when
You come and sit by my side, yearning for us to make up.
Bitter bold blackness -- not black, not anymore,
Starry milky clouds dance: Jump! Twist! Spring! Shout!
It’s just a mocha supernova in my mind,
Wash the problems of yesterday down,
Find today’s at the end of a white cup of coffee.