in the seconds when my thigh crossed thigh
and knee hit wood
and big toe kicked table stand
I waited
I waited for the words
the cheerful impetus to make the raw image I witnessed before me change
I waited for the words
his shrug to acknowledge our being
his raised brow inviting me to smile
well this is awkward
they did not come
I waited for the words
to place me before their espresso order
and her eyes
and her
her
whose back fenced me away
they sat on cushions and love
his thighs settled intimate and owning
her thighs receiving
minutes ground with their coffee
slowly to fine powder
my trust
my hope
my respect
powder
my crossed thighs uncrossing
brown remnants now dried on my cup
like dirt
or blood
speechless
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