Café of Nerves

Writers Envy

In the café, two tables away sat the woman
Of my dreams, occupied reading a book;
Silhouette in black, turning dog-eared leaves;
I noted the dip of Cupid’s Bow,
The gentle curve of her nose;
The graceful line of her neck made
My pulse beat double-quick;
Leaning in, one elbow on the table,
She lifted her coffee cup.

I felt his eyes as I sipped my coffee;
I’ve felt men look me over often enough,
Then checking the bulge in their wallets
To see if I’m worth the trouble;
Some take the ring from their finger,
Some moisten their lips with their tongue;
Invariably, I’m left disappointed,
Disgusted, turned off, nauseated;
But I couldn’t stop myself glancing at him,
And then I couldn’t help smiling.

When she pressed her lips to the cup,
Her eyes met mine for a moment that
Burned itself into my mind;
She blinked and her…

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