Caffeine Moments.

“A lot can happen over coffee..”

Across the diametrical ends they sat,
on a table that owned a dyad of drinks.
Hers, a cup of Grande latte, his, a glass of Irish espresso!
As lean and shaped and tall, her frame,
like the glass of coffee which every 25 seconds, touched his lips.
Black and inky his charcoal hued pullover. the dye of it, deeper than the night.
Which matched the pigment of her onyx eyes!
In them, for minutes together, he couldn’t surrender to gaze..
But she, not in an erstwhile, could concentrate the courage to caste an eye in his eye!
The soul of her feet was up the ground, freezing, unfreezing in pronounced anxiety.
Putting her weight on the toes, where the fingers of her feet were in tense pandemonium!
Off her, his eyes never rambled to the wild blue yonder,
where all his dreams were really born!

In their hesitant cerebral conversation, occurred a whimsical interlude..
when to sip his espresso he took a period,
and she attempted a dare to look up into him,
while blowing the froth of her Grande coffee,
which to him looked passionately whipped,
but to her, psychotically!

Alas then, when the rim of the glass had just nudged his lips,
he looked up at her, looking at him!
The meat of her convexly curved legs contracted in her nervous wreck.
Fidgety, fluttery and jittery felt she...
He could see, the supposed windows to her heart were open,
she posed, like they were inadvertently shut!
For her eyes then, drew a screen so sheer,
impenetrable by his piercing gaze,
which had Herculean of a time puncturing it!
Her thoughts, they whizzed past the moment,
and shot into recursive loops in a maze,
only to fall back upon themselves and tie kinks and knots,
and untie up once again...

She could see he was still contemplating her.
Yet, she was endlessly spinning a warped web of thoughts
not of introspection or self defence.
Only an absurd chain reaction that started so basically
of gazing and not gazing in continuation.
Perhaps it was the way, he lifted his glass
or the heart shaped pattern of froth in her coffee!
Her mind, they filled with associations and dissociations
of haphazard thought trial, which even she did not conjecture!
Just random, inconsequential images,
promiscuous, contingent in nature,
yet colourful and abstract!!

Her eyes and his,
they couldn’t help but doodle thoughts in their head!
Tedious, annoying and often incomprehensible scribbles,
which every split second they cropped up!

And finally he gave up and sipped his coffee..
and so did she!