Coffee, he suggested
and so they met on thirsty soil
at a cafe (a quiet retreat for flirtation).
Across the table he sipped
the inky draught and she perceived
his delight
while outside on the street there
was already a faint chill.
She reached for her coffee,
a golden bangle slipping over
her wrist and a riptide of thought
possessed her mind
while she floated on the surface
of their conversation.
Her eyes wandered comfortably over the familiar
landscape of his face.
The conversation broke-
but she, with the flavour of Coffea arabica
on her lips had no great desire
to make him talk.
Silence, she accepted, was a part
of the general hush and symmetry of things (of them).
The charm of the coffee was drinking it together.
But soon, the early sunset slanted
through windows and across their table
and his hurried dip into her day
was done.
And so he leaves.
(coffee cup empty, quick kiss to the cheek).
She hardly knows what she had been seeking
or why the failure to find it
so blotted the light from her sky.
words and image by Lisa Murphy-Lamb
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