Carburetors and Kittens

Seated in a coffee-shop an extra-large with hot milk and a slice of decadence await her indulgence she leans forward and spontaneously reacts to her companion’s whispered observation rose-red laughter pours white-water loud from her joy-filled mouth her floating hand gee-jawing above the table-top enthusiastically conducts the wheeze-gasp spasms of her mirth she unloads like rolling thunder pounding the other patrons as they de-caff-dunk their croissants huge, mesmerising her sheer abandon reduces all others to a whisper a stolen glance some harrumph others smile I would love to hug her to chat with her about dinosaurs and daffodils carburetors and kittens to fall asleep next to her smile.