blue day lazy
silver the river in
cafe window
slows the hour
jumpy with java jive
checkered tables
and leafy demise
you sit near
fit just so warm
snug
and closer still
the river rushes
in perfect syllables
touch the taste
you cup my face
I am dazed voluptuous
with croissant and your lips
in perfect lies awaken
hold my hand
taste the touch of history salty
fingertips wet with kisses
and slim sails slice a windy contentment
quiet the river sings
then clang: a fork on clapboard floor
a curtain flaps
and nothing more
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