His Face

Drip of the taps enough to stir
my concience,
Late, I dash to the cafe, and
find it empty,
Tell the waiter to pour
my usual,
Sit at the coffee table.

You arrive, your eyes,
Your face,
I call to you and stand,
Hold out my
arms to you.
Embrace, you're warm.
Collapse,
We sit at the coffee table.

Quiet hum of jazz
in the backround,
Moonlight, glistnens,
Your hand in mine,
At last i feel
I belong,
Sitting here,
At the coffee table.

Gently remove the
lipstick stain
From your cheek,
carress.
Beauty beyond repose,
Blank,
Pen to paper, here
At the coffee table, as usual,
With you.

Words,
Enclose my ears,
You're leaving,
No return, You love
me, and I, you.
Cold palms fail,
Sitting at the coffee table,
Here.

Focus, dead rose,
petals and moonlight,
Insomnia,
Cold, decafinated,
Dry mouth,
Return, only me,
Dont belong,
Here at the coffe table.
Our coffee table, a memory,
His face.