Cafe Musings

Open eyed I stare at the simple setting waiting for the day to start, the bread-baked scent of morning warms. The grinder whirs and whirs, beans fly, grounds brew, cream chills, will you come? Rose nails tap, finger wish to wrap arms to bend as heart shaped chair backs about the trunk of you, my Valentine. Will you come? Ah yes, you come, croissants in hand reclaimed from the waiter, pull back my chair, lay down a single rose. And we sit where love is wrought encased in iron, all motions chaired by Cupid's bow. 2/2/14 Contest Café Musing Poet Debbie Guzzi