I.
Lines need not be uttered…
For in rapt stillness, silence sputters,
neon sparks both seek to define.
Bowed peaks draw cyphering orbs
above cup brim in quirky half grin,
seeing him, catch her tongued fetch, of latte foam,
curling flesh clung…to freshly bee stung,
Yes, she’d gleaned his glancing approval
in cheek to cheek alignment with bright
consignment… plumping blush in heady rush,
yet…he could barely even manage hello~
II.
Him again…with potency she grew to admire
came Tuesday grounding…she once more found
pursed pout pressed tautly to teeth, that would dazzle
if tumblers ever synced, freeing dour padlocked buss
from rusty portals to long banned smiles, then
segue to brilliant new days, which even now lay
more closely at hand…
Await spoken emergence of caring thoughts shared,
locked tightly behind columns of clamped pearl,
she needed Sampson… to part these stoic pillars
aiding resurgence of passions, to finally unfurl
III.
Coffee House collisions, each one had envisioned
across vanishing distance, they both sought to close,
braver to bridge vast new worlds, not minding what life hurls,
trust willed of sweetly promised bliss.
Fevered warmth held, along folds of tender lip weld~
dream kiss of greeting…as yet, merely mouthed
