First Cup was alone: a big, steaming hot cappuccino shared with my thoughts on the patio. I didn't notice you, but you were there. Running into you, a minor collision, as I exited and you entered. Your smile took a moment to form; you seemed to wish to recognize me Then it bloomed in full force and lit up my entire day. I tried to forget you.
Second Cup: alone again, a book, an Albariño, and too much time on my hands. How are you here again, simultaneously? Pretending to read as time passes and you laugh with your friends. Glances are just frequent enough; I need another glass of wine. Now your smile is unhesitating, your recognition whole. Will our worlds collide once more?
Third Cup: we skip over the surface of our lives and dreams; the coffee forgotten and cold, Barging directly into authenticity and shy intimacies. I discover the depth of your serious gaze; I feel taunted by the width of this table that separates us. Each of us burdened with desire to express our growing affection, but reticent. We simply order more coffee, and drink it this time.
Fourth Cup: will there be a Fourth Cup...?!!!
copyright 2016 Regina J McMurray Dedicated to ----- for whom my heart goes "koongkoongda", may you become the full manifestation.