Coffee

I wonder
Did he feel something too, the other one
Did something in him know
They told me he pounded a frantic salsa beat
Into an amp unprovoked
Did flares shoot from our convulsing abdomens
And touch them at the very same moment
He, in a basement bar below a station
And she across the globe
And waiting

Black hair damp with sweat
The kids at school
Mother in an adjacent room
Coffee pot hissing ignored
She's licking her lips, waiting, waiting
It will be soon
The maracas are beginning to play
He's moving his hips cooing as a dove
The moment she's been waiting for
For a lifetime
Since before they fell in love

When a boy at school curled shouted insults
That she had a moustache
Pear blossom was falling
The sun was high
And other girls laughed
She had a graze on her knee
That prickled with the salt of the sweat
Other girls laughed and now she knew
All men would be bastards
And all girls coquettes

Jiggling, giggling maracas
And now the coffee pot
Is erupting onto the stove top
And he is erupting
Into the embrace
Of a braceleted figure
With a soft-focus face