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You pointed
To an ashtray
With your cigarette alit
Gently touching its rim
And you touched
The subject
Of yours and hers
She put her cappuccino cup
Held in both hands
Keeping them warm
Close to her lips
So that
Her nose
Could smell it
And so could my eyes
She hesitated
For a while
And put it down
Without sipping
Or saying a word
With a smile
She smiled
And so you did
And so did I
And then
There
She kissed you
Unlike
The cappuccino cup
But still
With all the gentleness
She would provide
To its edge
And its cinnamon foam
Or to my
Cappuccino Love. |
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