In Your Hands …
In your hands an old espresso cup
held my first taste of adulthood.
A secret taste of knowledge,
shared with morning’s early light.
I learned to dream there,
drinking coffee in the dark.
And learned that you had dreams too;
mixed as they were with the wishful memories
of a school girl’s secret life.
Secret dreams.
Dreams we poured out
with the coffee you served.
Secret dreams, and strong;
softened first by sugar,
then by time.
