Irish Coffee
/She is cream
Swirled into Irish coffee
Cool, sensous
Aesthetically pleasing
Air of self containment
Prohibits my approach
I watch from a distance
Unwilling to encroach
Dresses in vintage clothing
Art Deco attire
Swirling, flowing lines
I cannot help but admire
Enters the cafè at midday
Orders tea and toast
Always the same meal
My staple is roast
We sit in respective corners
Lost in individual thought
Occasionally our eyes meet
Her's, striking peridot
Today she wanders over
My heart misses a beat
Carries her plate, cup
Takes the opposite seat
By Margaret Karim
From: United Kingdom