Serious Cappuccino

An afternoon sun shone to the sight of our brimming cups
Whilst our coffee breaths mingled together into words
Oh, the scent of that café as it welcomed small crowds
With the trade of smiling faces and warm 'hello's and 'hi's
The Cappuccino was no more a mystery to my eyes
And its aroma kissed my nose like a long-lost lover
Where the arabesque frothed cream relaxed in white
The quirky coffee curlicues glided in between
Sugar? What sugar? Our cappuccinos were serious
But they danced, all graceless, on their way to our lips
With smiles that turned to table-banging laughs
To the coming-out of doltish teenage confessions
Our fists had fun bumping chests countless times
As the evening whistled to the wind in my favourite song.