AT THE CAFÉ WITH HIM
You and me at the café,
sitting next to each other,
close, but not close enough
for me, at least.
You talked, talked a lot,
but not enough
to pull my mind away
from your eyes.
I kept looking,
trying to read beneath them
something that looked like
desire.
While our coffee remained
cold and untouched…
AT THE CAFÉ WITH HER
You
and some secret part of me
at the café.
You have become
with a slow, steady force
a crucial variable in my equation.
Love, though,
remains the only constant.
Attraction, you call it.
Wrong
If I intend to forget you
Wrong
If I intend to steal a kiss from you
So there are no winners
in this conflict
of interests.
That is what my mind is occupied with
while I admire your small eyes
smiling at me
at the café.