—a cup that says more in vapor than you ever manage in words.
The cup was hot, the air was thin,
The steam rose up like whispered sin.
It curled in shapes, it spelled a sign,
A fleeting truth that wasn’t kind.
You saw it once, you looked away,
But steam insists, it doesn’t stay.
Each tendril wrote what you denied,
A message drawn, then vapor-died.
The coffee held its bitter core,
But what it told was always more.
You drank it fast to blur the proof,
The steam dispersed, no solid roof.
You claimed you never got the cue.
But signals don’t decide, they knew.
📜 Steam Signals – The Recipe
Ingredients:
- 1½ oz Espresso (the solid truth at the bottom)
- 6 oz Steamed Milk (the whisper that carries it)
- Optional: ½ oz Honey (sweetness as distraction)
- Garnish: A faint sprinkle of nutmeg, like smoke fading in air
Instructions:
Pull espresso into a wide cup. Add steamed milk, letting the vapor rise like fragile writing. If using honey, stir gently and watch the steam lift higher as if telling you something you don’t want to hear. Serve immediately. The message disappears before you can name it.