Past Judgment at Starbuck’s

I don’t know you, but I’ll go ahead and guess
oddly, measure you out in teaspoons, tick-tock,
another spoon and dip and lift and tip
and stir and stir and stir and sip, your lip
tasting, had it buds, before your tongue,
just as love might be between you and me.
So maybe then I’d see if all of it for you
sums up in just the time for one more cup,
the spoon and dip and lift and tip and sip
of you before bed time in one long day of stirring.