Last Night's Chocolate

So you froth
I drink and you moan
I blow your top
Off you go again

I make you stop
And drink chocolate
The Bittersweet comfort
Like you, transitory
Hot with your lot

I like your licking lips
I offer my cup
Froth caked from last night's top
You drain the dregs, and look up

There's nothing left
There never was
The late-baked cake
We find -- well done
A little brittle to the touch