the quietness of content
between two people
walking down the sidewalk
after splitting a pint and a crepe
is something new to me
the quietness of unsettled
emptiness in the dregs
of heaving lungs in a public toilet
is familiarly foreign
and suddenly unwanted
i occupy booth seats
instead of the space between
two metal dividers
and a toilet paper dispenser
i study the dimples of your cheeks
and the scent of your hair
i've become a student
learning the feeling of having
instead of a teacher of wanting
i do not see any crookedness
to your teeth or my own
i taste lager and nutella
strawberries on your breath
and don't ask
what else?
no sign of do not disturb
in my eyes
only, please continue
speaking
when i sway to the counter
and ask for the check
i am surprised by our obvious pleasure
when the waitress giggles
"oh i'm sorry,
i didn't want to disturb you"
i didn't realize we looked so happy
so together in a moment
shared over candles and two forks
on a coffee shop table
i admit it was
effortless
i see now that
food, love, humans
the things i made complicated
were
effortless
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 3:02 AM UTC
the quietness of content
between two people
walking down the sidewalk
after splitting a pint and a crepe
is something new to me
the quietness of unsettled
emptiness in the dregs
of heaving lungs in a public toilet
is familiarly foreign
and suddenly unwanted
i occupy booth seats
instead of the space between
two metal dividers
and a toilet paper dispenser
i study the dimples of your cheeks
and the scent of your hair
i've become a student
learning the feeling of having
instead of a teacher of wanting
i do not see any crookedness
to your teeth or my own
i taste lager and nutella
strawberries on your breath
and don't ask
what else?
no sign of do not disturb
in my eyes
only, please continue
speaking
when i sway to the counter
and ask for the check
i am surprised by our obvious pleasure
when the waitress giggles
"oh i'm sorry,
i didn't want to disturb you"
i didn't realize we looked so happy
so together in a moment
shared over candles and two forks
on a coffee shop table
i admit it was
effortless
i see now that
food, love, humans
the things i made complicated
were
effortless
