A Moment of Love


Let the rhythmic flow of my day to day, create the space for love.

A warm mocha to soothe my chest, shared with the heart that beats for her.

“Classic Claudio,” we would say, while the classical music plays above me.

Jazz blues fills up my morning, heightened sense of sound and chi wringing around my body.

Love heightens knowing this moment will die, the moment I go back through that café door.

The sweet nectar is in this surrounding notion that life has its limit.

A song that will eventually end.

A story that will eventually be forgotten.

But right now all that matters, is this dance.

And until death of these moments do part us, will I be forever present.

“Miss you my love” she sings in my head, as the last drop of mocha fulfills gustation.