Caffeinated Romance
Sitting in an Ikea arm chair
I look through two ends
of a Starbucks window pane.
Transdimensional portals are
Teleporting me back and forth.
The oscillations broken by
words slapped across
my face by
you.
My searing flesh, fluttering
leaving an impressionable
scar, permanent, everlasting.
Running through my face
and sitting in suspended animation.
An arrow head, pinching, puncturing,
teasing, tearing
the tear ducts of my eyes.
The flooding waters in some
forgotten Moses story.
Ripples finally settling
in equilibrium.
She undissolves through
Tele-wires that protrude, penetrate,
bifurcate, vortify.
An unsolvable chaotic equation.
Phone pictures create a sandy unreality.
All this while I sit
in an Ikea arm chair
sipping my
cup of caffeinated romance.