She sits across from me,
Legs crossed, feet turned my way
As we talk of small things,
Her fingers drift, touch, stroke
Chin, neck, shoulders, hair
Dark eyes look down, then glance my way,
Secret smile lifts her lips
Unveiling her secret thoughts...
Café noise, click and clack of plates,
Spoon tossed crumbs, coffee rings,
Torn shreds of bread, traffic roar,
Rain drip cold does not distract...
Her eyes catch mine and all the world
Disappears, and I drink her in....