It is only milk
with just the right touch
of expresso coffee.
You have to sit
outside
in a Madrid café
on a summer night
to appreciate it,
with a crazy moon
haunting your
memories,
the heat unfolding
from too much walking
and sticky clothes
and the presence of one
you can’t wait to drink in
the same way you drink in
your café con leche,
first sipping
to test how hot it is,
then sipping some more
to see if it doesn’t burn your tongue,
and if it is that hot,
you will drink it anyway,
because you can’t wait
to cool it down.