Tentative Meetings
We sit stirring coffee
And staring across our mugs.
Breaths pass between us
Thick with freshly crushed
And boiled beans.
We reach for our cups,
Standing so close.
Our hands brush
With a lingering touch.
You smile at me.
I smile back, and look down,
Hiding my blush-- the red of the crown.
We sit a while and trade idle banter
A smile plays at the corner of your mouth.
It?s been an hour now
And the coffee is cold.
Our conversation grows old.
I want to take your hand,
Steal a kiss and depart
-- Together.
We rise, our eyes meet.
Then we walk to the door.
We say our goodbyes
And then we depart.
--Alone I walk home,
Back to the dark.
I should have taken the initiative,
Should have stolen the kiss.
But I couldn?t be sure
It would end up like this...