I like to drink a cappuccino rose
I wake up.
The morning seems lovely with a glorious shine of energy.
I am thirsty.
I run across the royal garden.
I find you.
You are cappuccino coffee that I would describe as a rose.
A beautiful garden rose that I can drink.
Your petals are shaped by the steam.
Your stem is made of gold.
Your stem has a bud in the shape of a tiny cup to hold you.
Your roots are under the flowerbed.
Your roots are attached to the downstairs’ royal kitchen.
It is in the kitchen that the ingredients of your beauty are sent.
The ingredient of your beauty are measured well and poured into the tip of your roots.
You come steaming upwards from your stem and then you bloom into a beautiful rose.
The figure of your beautiful petals needs chocolate.
The dust of chocolate might be too much to keep on your petals.
I don’t want the ants to know you exist.
Your leaves hold two bells.
The bells ring to signal that you have bloomed.
The bells of your leaves alert me to wake up in the morning.
You are so wonderful to have in the garden.
I shall walk away from you now.
I shall return once you have bloomed again.
Copyright© Shamela 31/ May / 2012.