Cafe Tryst

RDP#86: Brio




Cafe Tryst

Heels staccato
ringing the flagstones loud,
voices blending into each other,
that creative human recipe.
The scrape of a chair,
glasses sparkling,
were faces red from wine or sun?
The hiss of coffee being poured,
barista focussed,
hidden by spurts of steam.
And there you were,
framed by the door,
an acolyte of spring,
such energy, such brio.
I found my breath,
my pulse racing.
We played with food
and swirled our wine,
you gushed about the brioche,
the morning,
aunt Sophie,
the lake.
But I desired your lips
and your sweet wine.

©Paul Cannon




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18 responses to “Cafe Tryst

  1. This is beautiful & sounds like a romantic spot 🌸

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  2. Charming, entertaining, delightful. Thanks for posting it.

    By the way, Paul, second line up from the end. Should that “you” be “your”?

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  3. Nasuko

    Phew Cool !! 😀

    Liked by 1 person

  4. I loved the image you created. So romantic.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. ah the real romantic is revealed … very classy 🙂

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