Day 3: Hot Chocolate Hypnosis

 
 Rich and dark, streaming into cup after cup
 bubbles on the surface are cages, with baby rainbows trapped inside,
 I spray cream out of a can, light and fluffy as a cloud,
 The flecks fly out and cling to my shirt
 like stars forming patterns on a black night sky.


(this poem was written after I spent five hours making hot chocolate at work and I'm trying real hard not to fall asleep as I'm typing right now.... Hope your third of December was fabulous!)