Coffee Shop Girl

I see you from time to time

Get excited when I hear your voice

Nervous as I move closer to my order

Body twitches and tongue tied

You see me too 

We sense each other 

Communicating outside the words

This morning our eyes said hello deeply

Longer than before

You touched my soul 

It made me shake

Could feel you there

And I ponder how to move beyond this interaction 

What could I say to open us up

What could you say to me to remove my shell 

I picture us in the woods

On a quilt under the stars

Your ink speaks to my ink 

Tribal language reigning supreme 

There’s an innocence to you 

As my own innocence begs to risk 

I talk to myself as if I’m talking to you 

Beautiful imagination running wild 

I don’t think about sex although you’re attractive that way 

I’d rather hold your hand and talk about the wind 

Say things about how far I’ve come 

See where you’re going

Learn about your artwork 

Kiss your piercings 

Swap songs and sit silently but close 

Drink tea and feed you a strawberry 

Romanticism in the peaks 

I hadn’t seen you in quite sometime 

Assumed you bounced from the barista life 

This morning there you were 

Nervous to see me 

And you knew I was there 

I order a specific thing every time 

You are specific to me 

Move me which rarely happens these days 

I’ve turned to self in the deepest state 

I’ve left a door open for you 

The spot that’s not average 

I will nervously talk to you until the universe shows me otherwise 

Even if its two thank you’s as I pretend to look for something 

My head goes down as my eyes say lift up 

Frozen outside with an inner heat 

Ask me something 

One response to “Coffee Shop Girl”

  1. Well expressed; an experience and feeling common to many over the eons yet seldom put into words in a simple elegance that you have. Thanks for sharing. 

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