sat
on a ladder
on a stage
with stars and dunes of sand;
black and white linoleum
and a cup of coffee, then.
small, tiny
whispers between us,
a quick, breathless
question:
it was stolen from my pocket,
the very same one.
i smiled.
pulled me with your gaze,
pushed against the wall,
the first time
we met each other's lips:
soft, shy, coffee-flavored
kisses
in the dark and cold
hallway,
hiding, hiding.
that first time,
we smiled
at each other,
no words were enough,
we understood.