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In the old quarter of the city,

in the nakedness of the cold walls

of this back street. I sit alone, outside.

Here. In the almost empty corner of the café.

Looking beyond many mornings

distant, from the crowd.

 

There is something.

In the stale morning air that reminds me

of one strange midnight.

 

A quiet conversation of two souls

connecting among the silver teaspoons,

teacups and porcelain.

 

Exchanged glimpses of a period

when things are new, young and free.

Reliving a story of the jaded past

within a single stretch of hours

waiting for the sunrise.

 

There is something-

which I failed to grasp

and took hold of.

 

Something in the dust-filled glass windows.

The peeled off paint from the ceiling.

The wallpaper shedding its ancient skin.

The tattered leather and cushions

of these vintage chairs.

 

There is a memory of a voice fading

like the sheen from this worn-out table.

Among the bread crumbs for the pigeons to share.

And this bronzed cup leaving off a tinge-

a certain warmth I could not forget.

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Love they say,

is an alchemy.

As for sugar is to coffee

of white and black,

sweet or bitter

in the cup of life

intertwined.

 

By the teaspoon,

measuring. Mixing

a palette of taste-

dissolving crystal.

Drowned in a tornado

of its brewing desire.

 

Heat dissipates.

Simmering scent.

Until that golden glint

fades into that

smoldering fog.

And the lip of this cup

met yours.

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