reading subliminal meanings

Separate hands curled around
the comfort of steamy coffee
hidden in thick, white porcelain mugs,
brief touches over sugar packets-
the curve of your smile.
We spoke of the sandhill cranes,
their mating dance,
the awkward beauty
of strutting, stretching, arching –
the lake edged with sand.
I watched your red tongue’s tip
flashing between white teeth,
mouthing words I do not hear,
only your lips slow dancing-
until the coffees are cold.
And alone,
I walk home in the dark.
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