I’ll see you in the cafe about five,
I’ll wait for my voice to stop in,
You’ll take the day off from importune questions.
Your eyes will betray that you’re thinking of something
Too big to cope with on your own,
Take your hands,
Turn your tears
Into years gone past,
Put them in my latte,
and make them talk.
And then we’ll go on a long walk by the lake,
Over the rounded stones
And the bones of ignorance.
Euphoria is just like a latte,
Bliss is just a stone’s throw
My heart is boiling
And I’ve lost all my pretensions to the one
I love the most dearly,
My companion for all eternity:
An exculpable goddess of abundant felicity.
If I can say the right things,
And we can do this often enough,
We can share this latte,
When we do,
At about five.