Evening swirls pink as our innocence glows,
we sip frothy foam, clinking porcelain,
stories brewed in tender voices, under coffee shop lights, stars' kindled rain.

Eyes meet like planets aligned in daylight,
words spill like beans, scattered yet profound,
aromas soak in, exhale, take flight,
under the soft lights , dreams are unbound.

We've no need for tomorrows, only nows,
held in ceramic warmth,...