Coffee Cup Rimmed With Honey
Mars Angulo

I was doing fine while the coffee was brewing.
Until you came back to be mine as warm honey dripped off the cup.
Except that you aren't mine, not fully...

Don't let the coffee spill over like the waterfall in my eyes.
No spills but the coffee went cold, it wasn't your fault.
Except that you weren't looking, not completely...

Look at me and don't let my body grow cold to you.
Look at me through the blinding light of the snow fall.
Look at me and let the warm honey drip down.

Warm honey is the only thing left!

Watch it drip down ever so slowly.
Watch it drip down from its ceramic cup.
Watch it sit in the blinding light of the snow fall.

Turning the honey to gold and making the coffee cold.