It was a moment, pulled taut

against an aching clock.

 

Oh, the smoothness of dairy speech

thrown long upon its patience, losing.

 

Forever in a cup, glances placed

softly on fingerprinted skin.

 

Eyes, twinned and pinned like

fridge magnet promises, align.

 

Whatever passed as ancient minutes

lumbered through their cast-iron fog

 

until they gave up waiting –

and removed their shoes.

 

Picture found here