Hot Chocolate

 Delicate gypsophilas,

sensual rabbit tails and roses

turning to late afternoon café hues.

Seasons change;

just when I thought

everything around me is getting

old and cold,

I saw the beauty of beginnings

in dried things.

Cold was this year

but it brought me to

your warmth.

I longed and chased

a ghost - that was my biggest crime.

I remember you said

you're haunted by a phantom

while we're in an empty overpass.

I've met you

for only one season

which feels like a lifetime.

We were a pair of cocoa beans

hardened by the past,

but now the only darkness

I know is a cup of hot chocolate

when I'm with you.

Just when I decided

to be a plain cold brew,

I found the creamier side

of me in you.

No witty plots.

No dirty politics.

You make this love

look like a house

I could always go home to.

You make this love

feel like a hot chocolate

in an autumn day

I never knew.

10/18/'20

Cristine A. D