~Lovers Like Chai~

I have to tell you

That you are

Black pepper

And Cinnamon

Burning in my airways

My spiced

Iced

Latte baby

Lovers like Chai;

Hot and cold

And stinging sweetly
On hungry tongues

Who is she?

Blank-canvas female form

Painted upon sight?

Or is she really

Just the clouds

In my latte?