Holiday Love: A Coffee Date

It’s said

and to a fault

it’s done

what’s done, we did

on Christmas Eve.

I checked my watch

as my youthful years faded

and smoked a cigarette.

I moved my eyes around

the living room window.

White lacy flakes

dance through the atmosphere

accumulating a glow.

I slipped over slick streets

laced with fairy lust,

falling fast into

a crush;

eyes searching for truth

at a coffee date.

A hazelnut espresso

led to sugar in Ella’s apartment.

growing up, Santa missed my house

but he had me unwrap this woman,

a surprise, if any there were,

I was in her bed.

It made up for the bike

mom couldn’t afford.

I used Ella’s seduction

as wheels to train.

We exchanged our love

as gifts meant to last.

A surprise, if any angels spoke of.

But my fault led to a wife.

By Andy Cooper

From: United States

Twitter: AC0040