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.

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We spoke of the sandhill cranes,

their mating dance,

the awkward beauty

of strutting, stretching, arching –

the lake edged with sand.

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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.

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And alone,

I walk home in the dark.

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