The tremble of your lips grasping at the idea of sound, of sentences.
What is there to share, what to make of secrets?

The soft, swift, brief touch of our knees,
The recoil that follows immediately.

The pattering of your voice over the chatter of the shop
making the mundane a private, intimate affair.

The way you shifted in your seat next to me,
Concerned with the space you and I and we were occupying.

The tentative nature of your suggestions,
How you watched and waited for me to lead.

Je me regarde
Dans les reflets
Du café corsé
Du petit matin brûlant
J'y vois
Mon visage qui se dissout
En vesou
Et ton sourire-poème qui apparaît
Dans les remous de la tasse
Et qui murmure du fond de sa mer noire:
"Dor, Dor, Dor !"

C'est un dor sonore
Doux et amer
Un dor comme un pélican
Qui plonge au ralenti
De son mancenillier en fleurs
Pour y gober une lame de mer mordorée.

"Dor Dor Dor !"

C'est une mitraillette de sept plumes de coqs de chine
Qui transperce ma dérive de ses plombs et hameçons
Veux-tu donc que je morde,
Scombridé anthropophage,
A l 'appât de houle
De tes vingt brasses de tresse verte ?
Veux-tu que j'amarre
Mes paupières lourdes
Aux crève-coeur de ton misainier
et que j 'ancre mes rêves
Dans les cales d'un port sans relâche ?

"Dor dor dor ! "

Et voilà le marc de café qui tangue
Embarde, cavale
Dans le roulis d'or de ta voile aurique
Dorlote mon gouvernail et me lit
Au fil de mes haut-le-coeur dans la caféière
Qui jouxte le cimetière joyeux
Où flânent les ombres des petites morts
Près du pont au-dessus de la rivière Saison.

"Dor dor dor ! "

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Faut-il que j 'ouvre dans ton miroir la porte à la douleur ?
Faut-il que je chante joie, plaisir, contentement,
Jouissance et nostalgie, manque et absence ?
Faut-il que je mette dehors la petite cuillère
Et que je me rendorme en buvant comme du petit lait
Cette dor qui perle en riant de tes lèvres-nasses
Assoiffées de café anthracite de soleil noir,
D'ombre de soleil, de souvenir de soleil,
D'espoir de soleil d'or ?

I seek coffee shops,
Quiet, hidden,
Tucked away,
Dark wood, mugs with fat lips,
Unobtrusive, corner seat,
Nothing forbidden.

Ah! The smell of the brew,
Nose tingles, Eyes closed,
Sublime fascination,
Moments to settle in and roots I grew.

A book opens or my laptop does,
Ambient sound soothes as a caressing touch.
My coffee arrives in its carriage comfortably so,
I reach out and pick it up,
All mine, nowhere to go.

Look around my wandering gaze,
Lost souls, finding their way,
With their thoughts through the haze.
What do I do,
I watch them wafting and waning with their thoughts,
Some with others yet alone,
Some alone, yet not lone.

Coffee companion, friend,love,
Subliminal cold or hot,
And without a word exchanged,
A clan, a tribe,
Community found.

What’s your brew,
Dark and strong
Or golden hued
Or perhaps pure white,
A dash of brown to bring to light,
Night or day,
Coffee in the shop,
Is my magic hop.

hearing your voice
and hearing your name
brings back the pain
of what was yesterday

i found your coffee stained shirt
hidden deep in my drawers
and it brought back all those memories
of us at the corner cafe

and days where we’d sit along the bay
and count the stars
as we’d name them after our dreams

these days i find myself
trying to let the time heal eventually
all our memories
all our history
and all you meant to me

She wore a long black dress,
That showed off some of her dark skin,
And a little bit of her *******,
Her hair was pulled up the top of her head,
And she had on thick reading glasses
You would think she was about to take a test,

He wore a light blue shirt and dress pants,
And wore a golden watch with thick leather  straps,
He asked her to sit by the big wide window,
So he could look at her under the golden sun,
When his hand touched her skin,
"Cafe' con leche" she whispered to him,

Before today they only existed in each others dreams,
Exchanged many letters,
Where they talked about many things,
Fears, hopes and secret needs,
They spoke about Wishes,
About lack of kisses they both now seek,

She shivered as he touched her lips,
His cold white hand lit fire to her dark skin,
They wanted more than the wishes and horses,  
They wanted hugs and kisses,
A fine romance
Where they could both feel safe,

Wishes and kisses,
Dreams and Desires,
Beggars wishing to riding horses,
Me and him hoping to stop time,
Cafe' con leche their fingers marry,
Tonight they will live out their dreams!