Over the coffee cup my eyes seek yours <br />Busy with English marmalade and toast, <br />Wondering peering through their opaque doors <br />Which just ajar suggest the whiff of roast <br /> <br />Stronger and stranger than my breakfast blend, <br />And then you pour from yours into my cup <br />So that we silently drink friend to friend, <br />Lover to lover, partners who will wake up <br /> <br />Thoughts that lie dormant sparking eye to eye, <br />Lighting the images like beacon fires <br />Behind your retina where there in richness lie <br />Granules of sparkling coffee grounds, desires <br /> <br />Distant and ever present, crumbs of clues, <br />Tomorrow’s promises of fresher brews. <br /> <br />LRH <br />4.11.06<br /><br />Linda Hepner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-do-i-know-your-heart/
