Amethyst - a tribute

Gentle froth bubbles warmth,
as cupped hands hold; light within.

Voices carry, of friends – old and new,
minds congregate, culture and habits chinwag.

Purple blush, shades the cranium,
in feverish pitch to meet and succumb.

Tones of voices, linger in beany aroma,
through musings of art, and of heart.

Intoxicate your soul, infuse; live,
inebriated, even in amethyst sobriety.

Breathe air into vacuum – with words,
in this café, we found second home.

P.S - Written as a tribute from Caferati-Madras for Amethyst for playing Host. This is to be framed and presented to them.