a water from a forking laurel comes down to kiss the bean

Puns. Like: In the the psychosomatic stillness
I saw your hot steaming demitasse of espresso
sitting alone, growing cold, its unused, still wrapped,
sugars, like closed eyes, imploring me to open them,
use them to sweeten your absence, to take from you
the moment that I had found, which would no longer be
for you, for either, and at the bottom of the cup,
when it was all finished, and to my purely somatic surprise,
was the phrase: Carpe diem. Θ ΧΥΣΙ. I cum.
on your butterfly wings. The day, as seen from above.
There is no one there still.