Coffee Shop Talk

A crush betrays you –

your heart turns your face red

as you laugh off the truth 

like a child who just 

pulled his hand out 

of the cookie jar 

mommy told him 

not to touch before dinner.

Your lukewarm coffee sits

waiting beneath your shy chin,

desperate for another chance

to be thought of,

to be bought with the tongue

and enjoyed like water
to a desert rose – 

your countenance sharing it’s subtle

shade of color – pink like blush;

red like the heart’s thunder.

© 2014 vagrant moon