Even before I sat down
the waitress brought
a cup of coffee to my table—

striking up a conversation,
we talked about 
our favorite movies,

the fragrant leaves of summer,
the shape and texture of skin,
and the exotic taste of mangoes.

Through the plate glass
window we could see
a shelf of sunlight

rearranging itself
along the horizon
in an intimate gesture,

reminding us of other 
stories we might tell
outside this place

our bodies leaning towards
each other like metaphors
from undiscovered poems.