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Click hereHer arm spasms, splashing
a hot mocha. She slashes
her eyes through the crowd
for eavesdroppers, hunches her shoulders around
the mess and mops it
with hoarse whispers. Was it "let's fuck!" blurted
across the table that caused her to flinch?
She was smooth over old times
and good to see you. Behind her spoon
cocoa folded like a lover's arms.
Did something let go
in her back, a sudden release
of things held tight? She squeezed
my hand and pleaded
for something she already has
at home. Doesn’t need it from me.
But her lips on the rim of her cup
keep secrets, and she continues to stir.
I like the subtle language, how you leave much unsaid, yet it is there, for the reader to know. Please post more of your work. This was a very interesting and well-handled piece.
Welcome to Lit
With this coffee shop write;
So tell us ~
Does she or doesn't she?
I liked the abrupt feel of the mocha splashing, very well done...keep writing. Sabina