As agreed, I take this streetside seat
In this coffee shop cavity of our default city,
The cappuccino cup my only source
Of warmth.
My wristwatch's second hand ticks
With the gravity of proverbial longing
As the soutane sky claims
Straying shadows.
I light a cigarette, drawing in
Your memories
In the silhouette of smoke:
Peaks and pits of secreted limb,
Bubblegum tongue,
Arabesque of hair
And hips.
I have no choice but stay.
Beneath the pavement's cracks,
The undercurrent
Of your stilettoed steps
Travels, shudders my spine.
Behind me, the chimes sing good luck,
Or good riddance,
With the shop door's every
Swing.
So my ceremony with silence continues.
The cappuccino grows cold, and in my fingers
The cigarette burns, ashes away.
I endure the waiting because
When your presence assembles
Next to my skin,
Maybe your lips will move first,
Lick off the rain dew collecting
In the laugh lines of my face.
