Looking For Gold | Coffee

Coffee

since that day –

which probably passed you as any

other –

i press paper/porcelain cups to my lips

knowing we had coffee –

having coffee is like having

love

stirring/cup and saucer

thick aroma between us

subdued with milk/foam

on top

testing with tips of tongues/adding

sukar

brown grains drowning lazily

to sip and stir/to wait and sip

why brazilian

you ask

i want to ask too - 

i hope its yemen –

yemen i know

ipanema i don’t – i never

will be

the girl from ipanema

frank wasn’t singing for me –

i come from where

coffee

is where you sit/dimly lit

passage ways humming with conversation

and when i pass by no one goes ahhhhhhhh –

they throw me whispers that

fall on my hears unheard – drowned by her songs –

lost in revelations –

i want to sing her songs for you

um kalthoum for you

inta

revelations in taxis –

i want to say it to you

inta – 

coffee –

not a latte -

a cup holding it

brown

bun'ni

my coffee with faces/different every time

i want to say it to you –

inta

coffee –

            no no let me say it like we never do

            heavy and meaningful –

            qahwaa

            let me say it for you –

            inta –

            let me say it

instead of the things i never said

            that saturday 

Fall 2009