I feel the breeze coming through the window
reminds me of caring voices
The quiet stillness of the night
as healing hands that aid me
A rattling of leaves and grass
like fingers across a table
A table where coffee is being served
hands are squeezed
and looks are exchanged
She sees the loudness of my lips
they say more than words alone
I follow her hair,
strands charmed by the wind.
My drink is black, not too much sugar, warm
her eyes are pure sweetness
I approach her, all too obvious
and I melt with the first kiss
But this place is not for coffee
and the breeze not meant to distract
We are here because she invited me
to listen to the rhythm of her heart
The smoke from cigarrettes
dancing in the space between us
Laughter that seems to reach all ears
I ask her to come away with me outside
Never alone when she holds my hand
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