Susan M.
Coffee with milk colored gazes.
I am not there
When you speak or
Slide your fingers across mine.
Just wryly smiling
At my cup of soup,
And sugary kisses
Flaking on the table top.
Lower lip bit, sideways glances,
Single heartbeat puzzlement,
Chattering, singing, crying,
Disappearing, reappearing.
Flour dusted angel wings
Beating, beating, beating,
Pulling me to safety,
Smelling like cookies.