S T Ø V E T E

Coffee

I'll hold your cold clammy palms in mine
While the planets align and fingers intertwine
And with your other hand; four fingers will gently wrap around your mug and your thumb will trace the pattern of the design
So lost in a trance of the hot beverage warmth in your hand that you pay no attention to me,
Then again, we never really shared a passion for sweet tea
Or slow conversation, unknown destinations or discussing dreams of vacations;
I think you'd prefer to stay at home
(All alone with a book and probably a coffee held with a hand that doesn't care to hold mine back)
Until the day is quite through with and the sun has gone slack and sunk down,
Into the hills giving me chills but not you, you remain warm with the drink plastered to your hand that replaces mine
It never seems to go cold
(The coffee)
You don't give it time
But your voice will when we are together.
Just like mine.