by Sharmagne Leland-St.John
(03/05/08)

I said coffee
I didn't say,
"would you
like to cup
my warm
soft breasts
in your
un-calloused,
long,
tapered,
ringless fingered
hands?"

I said coffee
I didn't say,
"would you
like to
run your tongue
along my neck
just below
my left earlobe?"

I said coffee
I didn't say,
"would you
like to
hold me
in your arms
and feel my heart
skip beats
as you press your
hard, lean body
up against mine
until I melt
into you
with desire?"

I said coffee
as we stood there
in the jasmine
scented night
my car door
like some modern day
bundling board
separating us,
protecting us
from ourselves
and lust

I said,
"would you
like to go for
a cup of coffee?"
I didn't say,
"would you
like to brush
your lips
across mine
as you move
silently
to bury your face
in my long, silky,
raven black hair?"

But you said,
"I can't
I'm married
I can't trust myself
to be alone
with you."
So I looked you
dead in the eye
and repeated
"I said coffee"

Yes, I Know!

He stopped
to catch his breath
and came to rest

propped

on feathered pillows
with his head
against
my silken breast

and said,

it makes me feel
as if thousands
of butterflies
have flown
through my chest

to beat their wings
into my soul

when
your hands
like small brown birds
flutter
across my belly
and stroke

first fast
then slow

digesting his words
I smiled at him
and said.

"Yes, I know!"

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