MEET ME FOR COFFEE JESSAMINE O’CONNOR
Not a cup of tea, a pint or just ‘meet me’
because I want to wait awkward at a counter beside you
with the steam spluttering, the espresso machine knocking
and our overdressed elbows almost touching.
I want to sit opposite you at a small table
that can never be small enough, absorbing the heat
of your hidden knees and then eyes when I catch you
watching me lick the froth off my lips.
I want us to be both fiddling with our round white cups,
thumbing the holes that make the handles,
intense with conversation while idling our fingers
around and around those curves.
I want to be alone with you in a clamorous place
where no one will notice what’s not being said,
that’s why I say safely, meet me for coffee,
instead of suggesting something else.