Crush

When I asked you for a chai latte, what I meant to say was:
“I was walking past. I saw you from the window.
I only came in here because I had to know
what your voice sounded like.”
But instead of saying that, I got really nervous
and just ordered the first thing on the menu.
I don’t even know what "chai” is.
Or a latte, for that matter.
I imagine, when God made you,
he cussed for the first time. He turned to an angel,
gave him a high-five and said:
“Goddamn, I’m good!”
You are that beautiful and God created you well. I spent the last five days
trying to figure out how I’m going to introduce myself
to you properly, and I think I’ve finally figured it out.
It’s going to be something like…“Hi.”
That’s all I got so far, but I think it’s a good start.

REFERENCES 
Rudy Francisco, 'when I asked for a chai latte' (online, 2014) <https://www.google.com/amp/s/fuckyeahrudyfrancisco.tumblr.com/post/81448506253/when-i-asked-you-for-a-chai-latte-what-i-meant-to/amp>.