“A Cup of Coffee?”

When I see you I go weak and the world is purple. I wish to

Speak, but words languish; thus, I feel awkward. Your smile:

So filled with joy. I imagine such pain, and plead forgiveness.

You conquer walls. I’m pulled in your direction; but love is a

Petal—plucked by life; and thus, I withdraw. I can’t imagine;

And I dare to speak. Indeed, I feel scorned: such a feeling.

Would you feel me: not to mention love? That’s a grand thought;

And yes, I seem a bit consumed; and death nurtures trepidation;

And thus, I leap: “Are you free Saturday”; and you fated

Love. We fell and laughed and ran and smiled and ate and drank

And kissed and hugged: it was wonderful! You tipped a toe

And pulled it back: I picked a leaf and put it back. Day became

Night and we drifted silence—afraid to feel; and something

Spoke: “A cup of coffee?”: indeed.