Coffee

I wonder Did he feel something too, the other one Did something in him know They told me he pounded a frantic salsa beat Into an amp unprovoked Did flares shoot from our convulsing abdomens And touch them at the very same moment He, in a basement bar below a station And she across the globe And waiting Black hair damp with sweat The kids at school Mother in an adjacent room Coffee pot hissing ignored She's licking her lips, waiting, waiting It will be soon The maracas are beginning to play He's moving his hips cooing as a dove The moment she's been waiting for For a lifetime Since before they fell in love When a boy at school curled shouted insults That she had a moustache Pear blossom was falling The sun was high And other girls laughed She had a graze on her knee That prickled with the salt of the sweat Other girls laughed and now she knew All men would be bastards And all girls coquettes Jiggling, giggling maracas And now the coffee pot Is erupting onto the stove top And he is erupting Into the embrace Of a braceleted figure With a soft-focus face