COFFEE RUNS

Coffee tastes better in your tainted china cup,

On chilly winter daybreaks watching colors crawl up.

Timid smile on your lips and coffee stains on mine,

For a moment these coffee runs make my lucky stars align. 

It's always same, the pastel cup, with the faded Christmas tree,

How I've been smitten since the first sip, is still mystery to me.

The two sugar two cream coffee, the delightful perfect brew, 

Is it the coffee I keep coming back for, or is it perhaps, you? 

Samin Sabah Islam is on a quest to find the perfect diet while simultaneously drooling over pizza. Throw her some tips at [email protected]