we meet somewhere, somehow
and over coffee we sipped
each minute by; our eyes
lock, we kiss, embraced
hot brew that brimmed
over the cup, in our hands -
heat is the rush caffeine
in your lips, sugar on your hips
cream on your bosom -
drowned the din that was
the net, as if
we have known each other
for a lifetime. until
we've finally met face to face
somewhere, somehow
and facing the bottom of the cup
realized
there won't be any refills.
~ tula ni a.m. ociones
~ nilikha sa riyadh, september 2004
Friday, July 6, 2007
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