this late i can find my reflection everywhere.
i'm smiling in your piercing eyes,in the ugly, metalic ashtray, in the rainbow puddle next to your car. everywhere.
my eyes follow the smoke as it lazily shifts and curls in front of your face, masking your nervous smile. you inhale quickly, like a secret, and gingerly whisper streams of kinetic poetry into the stale air. your hands are nervous, cold. i admire the black inkblots gathered at the tips of your restless fingertips.
thinking,i thoughtfully gaze into my coffee, the surface quivering from your finger's gentle drumming.
and there i am again, peering quietly from the bottom of my cup.