PiccoGirl

I’ve brewed a thousand mornings In this little, ticking room, Let constellations fall as foam And sugar chase the gloom. I laugh with every stranger, Serve starlight in a cup, But when I pour for you, my dear, My heartbeat bubbles up.

I talk about the coffee, The roast and how it’s mild, How cinnamon can soften What’s bitter, dark, or wild. But every careful sentence That I dress in harmless steam Is just my quiet, trembling heart Hiding in the cream.

Chorus So I stir, and I smile, and I never say your name The way it echoes in my chest, burning bright like arcane flame. I brew courage every evening, drink it down in little sips But it always fades to silence By the time it meets my lips. If you tasted what I’m feeling In each sweet, enchanted cup, You would know I’ve poured you all my love But I never speak it up.

You sit there with your spellbooks, Ink stains upon your hands, A galaxy of wisdom That I’ll never understand. You talk of distant Weave-lines, Of theories, stars, and scrolls, While I pretend that coffee’s all That’s warming up our souls.

I draw you little constellations In the milk upon your drink, And hide a wish between the swirls Before they start to sink. You smile and say, “You’re talented,” And call my craft a charm You never see the shaking In my fingers, in my arm.

Chorus So I stir, and I smile, and I never say your name The way it echoes in my chest, burning bright like arcane flame. I brew courage every evening, drink it down in little sips But it always fades to silence By the time it meets my lips. If you tasted what I’m feeling In each sweet, enchanted cup, You would know I’ve poured you all my love But I never speak it up.

Maybe love is like espresso, Far too strong to drink it neat; So I hide it in the sugar, In the stories, in the heat. I lace it through the laughter, Through the steam against the glass, In every “stay a little longer” That I’m too afraid to ask.

If I told you that my heart Has learned your footsteps by their sound, That every time you push that door The whole café spins around Would you smile the way you do When a theory comes out right? Or would I lose my favorite star In this fragile, glowing light?

So I stir, and I sigh, and I whisper half your name, Let it vanish in the clatter, in the quiet candle flame. I brew courage every evening, but it’s never strong enough To confess that you’re the secret At the center of each cup.