This no ordinary afternoon
August 16, 2006 by kabilangbuhay
As I watch you sip
that creamy froth of memories
I swirl. Swirl
along with your thoughts
down touching the bottom of the cup
like sediments of brewed espresso beans
blending with the aroma of black
breaking the coldness of ice;
Your thoughtfulness
engulfs me
as I breath in between spaces
of your glances
as your eyes trace the sweetness of
this hot chocolate wetting my lips.
I don’t need to wait for tea leaves
to fall for a wish:
It’s no dream that we really exist
this no ordinary afternoon.
