Intimacy in the Night Cafe

In these moments, when our legs are aligned,
each eye will spy coffee bean delights.
Minds focussed for many seconds, as if selecting
from a roster of rotating smells; of dough here dealt -
Sometimes not, if a jangling till keeps slamming
clanging this ordered something into nothing.

This - cherished something - in the designated light,
a tiny blip of vibration; a play from the mortal day -
Curtain calls replayed by base or soprano murmurs;
warming a social winter into steaming life.
But when chaos shadows sweep precipices
there appear mountains that we all must climb -

So I took my walk opposite of where the hikers ordered -
this detour, a metre into randomness;
And found her heart surprised that I felt not denied
to any access of where her soul resides; this strangeness
- A naked tremble - nothing that the beaming moon
or stars in the sky would ever hide behind.