Only

    Registering the quirkiness before me and still I was
hesistant on how far the allowances could be. Still
I wanted to reach and touch even if it were a brush
of wind leftover.

    Ah how I refrained from doing anything but my
smile and wave. Grr. Often times I am irritated with
myself for not being bold. Still to have grabbed
anything would have shown emotion. Not sure
of whether that would have been acceptable upon
the soul intended.

    Now seated in my favorite spot at my favorite
coffee shop I recall all the things I wanted to do yet
held back.

    Still my soul is jittery. La. As you probably hoped.
My heart beats rapidly as a moment of quirkiness
sits aware of everything.

     Ah vanilla mocha soothes the soul. Toning the
heat that is throbbing inside. Down, down the eyes
go only to close for seconds. A silent prayer to
Jehovah to hope. Ah and what exactly did I hope
for, nah not going to answer because the answer
already rides in your mind.

    Distance I must place on that lava travelling faster
and faster down to my core. Dare I breathe too deep?
Dare I arch, stretch my back? Oh no. For if I do
a growl may escape my lips.

    So here I stay until a quarter of nine. To read. To
enjoy. To breathe. To hope. Perhaps?

    La. Seated well in black and denim. Absorbing the
chatter as I start a new book.

   Come I hope, come if you want. Join me for a chat
if only for a few glimpse. La.

   Only. Dear friend. Only.