Coffee Shop Girl

Arctic wind blows through my fibre pinching me til it stings I shovel my way through the glass door as the bell above it tinkles They all look up at the centre of my moment til the wave breaks and each gaze falls back to its respective shore line up at the coffee trough nose dazzled by the smell of ancient brew and foreign lands I await my turn at the altar Soft eyes warm embrace of a smile she dulls the point of her tongue on my frost-numbed senses Knee jerk response the tickle of small talk at the base of my throat Cold soul sinking like a winter sunset I sell my soul for a no foam, low fat, decaf vanilla latte'