Poem without words

               A. Cristina Emanuela Dascălu

 

You often ask me why I’m not saying anything,

Dissolving the look in the cup of coffee like a slowly melting

Cube of white sugar; sugar you call me

Memories still bitter, my darling,

And you drink your cappuccino with too

Much elegance and little comfort

And I just feel I want to shout

Do not kill this momentary visit of the divine

With a simple turn of your spoon!