Falling in love in a coffee shop

I've often wondered what it would be like

to go on a coffee date, to sip and flirt and smile,

and share our histories for a while.

I've always wanted to hear utensils clink while

I think about the words being framed by your lips,

and slowly, gently surrender my mind 

to the touch of your thoughts along the length of my spine.

I want to kiss you with my wit, seduce you

with my fears — is it possible to hold you near

while remaining a respectful coffee table apart?

I want to love and be loved despite all my sins,

to be looked at in that way without exposing skin