Sonnet of a Coffee Blitz

Disorganized as any line can be,
Faceless hands draw up half hazelnut,
Some reach for sleeves; the sugar bowl the rut,
But look aside and secret lines you’ll see;
Chaos vanishes for dance, for rows
Of half-awakened dim zombie thought
Shadows; enlivened from the scent we’ve bought-
Out from your hood, out juts the aft, your nose.
My navigating head now takes the wheel
Deftly, as if it were my idea for
You to grasp a stirrer, showing more
Of that bright deck- the cream you spill I steal.
For on the surface half and half like dew
Exchanges all of me for half of you.