It’s a rainy afternoon, looking out at the High Street
Sniff
Tracing the coffee ring
Coughing
Sweet brunette flicks a look
As she clears away cups
To the sound of piped symphonies
And modern sympathies
Munch
Old woman wipes unsteadily at her lips
Husband sniffs
Sniff
A flash of red
Inside
A heartbeat thump
My tongue, inside you
Stirs me
Cough
Look to the sweet waitress
Backside to me, scraping
My hands remember your hips
Groaning, your back arched
Spatters of rain against the coffee shop window
Coffee
The old woman stirs, clumsily
Husband’s Hush-Puppies tap
Munch
I was inside you, warm and wet a week ago
Now I’m inside a coffee shop
Cold and damp
Sniff
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