Every Blessed Inch

oddlyaromatic

Watch her-
she is every blessed inch the poet,
beautiful and tragic all at once.

A tear-drop earring leans against
a gentle neck as she tilts her head
to catch reading light.

Go ahead. Allow yourself to think
you might be in love and turn
to your coffee, black and hot and sweet.

Put the cup to your lips,
imagine you can taste her,
and drink. This is how she tastes now.

Go ahead. See the book in her hands,
wonder what it is and wish it was you.

Blink away a sudden glare of sunlight,
shiver in the breeze. Take another sip of coffee,
it will help. (No it won't.)

She moves in her seat
and you can feel it, licks a finger to turn a page
and it runs down your spine.

Try to look at something else.
The plant. The sign in the cafe window.
The darkness of a cup of coffee.

She takes her cup and drinks.
Hot, sweet coffee.
As black as it gets.

Blink and she's gone,
blink and you lose it.

shiv

Beautiful. Elegant. Romantic. Different.

I particularly enjoyed the "this is how she tastes now" and the licking a finger/touching spine part, and how this moved between the image of the book and the daydream of the narrator.

I thought the repetition of "go ahead" worked and I found the overall casual style and readability a refreshing change.

Absolutely luscious. Kudos.

el_tiddlero

i agree wholeheartedly, its classy all the way through... nice work indeed... we've all been there, coffee shops, bars, trains, anywhere with your eyes open i suppose... the title/opening line does it for me though, drew me right in there so i wasn't going anywhere until i'd read it all... seems you're every blessed inch the poet yourself mon ami...

Le Rack

i love it! brings a tear to the eye in one sense and in another, is just such a perfectly romantic feeling