Steamed purple, electric ice. When your eyes meet how 
will you feel? when she takes off her coat will you steal 
a glance at her profile? will your fingers be shaking as 
you take her hand in yours? Knife. Will coffee house 
decor serve as a bridge for sentiment years old? but 
stronger with age. I'm keeping these lines for myself. 
Black coffee spells passion in Paris, white says 'i miss 
you', pale like your face 'cus you're so terrified her 
feelings aren't yours and if this knife is sharp there's 
a chocolate on each saucer... and your arm creeps around 
hers. Being blunt, however. You'll spend your day leaning 
and laughing towards 'next time', you'll say all of the 
right things but perhaps you weren't bold enough. You'll 
go home and push for a revelation, I wait for news of you 
and your long lost.