Unaware of the stares
your lips take mine in a dance
that gently caresses my tongue--
twirling pink tips tango,
gliding on sensations
that slide in between syllables of sweet endearment.
In that moment of headiness
I shut out the clink of cups and spoons
as your eyelashes blink a typhoon against my cheek;
I hear not the steam shooting froth into latte mugs
but revel in the softness of your kiss,
my breath emptied by your inhalation
as you suck my life into your own.