Not sure I should, not sure I shouldn’t.
We do. We meet.
Coffee is warm, full, sweet. Hazelnut, cinnamon, and chocolate sprinkles.
The atmosphere congenial, chatty, comfortable – ostensibly.
Idle chatter in circles, avoidance – by both.
Neither willing to look too deeply into the other’s soul.
Fear it’s gone, or fear it’s there? The beast may wait – who is to know? Why loose it?
Awkward goodbyes, lean slightly in, shuffle slightly away – stammering apologies and hearts.
A quick, sneaky, last minute kiss. Warm, full, sweet. Dash!
The beast – it lays still within – all are safe. Right?
CTM – March 25 – 2010