between my thumb and forefinger, the glaze slides down the doughnut, gripping my fingertips in a fierce attempt to save itself from my indulgence, my other hand warm around a mug of rich dark roast.
across the coffee shop, framed in the sunlight streaming through the bay window store front, two lovers sit. her fingers brush his wrist, inadvertent in their wanderings, as words float, from her pink lips, across the table to his ears, a whisper on the wind created in their passing. his gaze so intent and relaxed, he swims in her eyes. their ankles touch beneath the table, a quick caress of familiarity.
mid-sentence, he darts across the table taking her lips in his. roses bloom on her cheeks, rendering her speechless, as he draws away. face breaking into a smile, she considers her hands, shy now at his forwardness. their eyes find each other again and he rises, retrieving their canes from the corner. shuffling to the door, he opens it for her, sun catching their silver hair in a brilliant halo, before they are gone.
sucking the remnants of sweetness from each finger, i take the final pull of acidic coffee in my mouth to wash it down. ready, finally, to face the day.