I stumble in slightly distracted
Trying to get my bulky keychain into my bag,
I am not really irritated but mumble a sigh
As I fumble with, myself.
My eyes adjust and observe
The shop is not crowded,
Light floods in the front windows
And shadows lay peacefully
Jutting out from odd angles
Past the legs of chairs.
I hurry through them
In a race to greedily gulp down
The pleasant smell of bitter, roasted beans.
But even in my clumsy haste,
Just inside the door,
I catch sight of a well rounded shoulder
Defining an easy white cotton shirt.
My subconscious runs down the arm attached
And comes to a gentle hand.
Lightly rest on the rim of a coffee cup.
I continue on,
Your head is down as you read
But your energy mists over me on the way to the counter
As if it is a spritz of fragrance
Hanging in the air just waiting for me to pass.
All six of my senses perk.
I step to the right to retrieve my own mug
And feel that you have moved.
You close your book and stand.
As our eyes meet for the first time
Fills my goofy grin.
And I do not notice
As coffee spills on my shoe.