Love on a Cafe Porch

He was there one day,

I mean Him!

Alone on the café porch sipping

A steaming savory cup of capp.

Frothy lips were licked slowly, as

He paid no mind to the world.

Rapt in the book of poems flopped

Casually between his forefinger and thumb.

Effeminate legs placed one on the other.

On a break perhaps, or simply rejected

by his former appointment.

I wandered past,

Drinking him with my eyes.

Pity shivered throughout my body-

No more did he seem desired.

Slowly I walked.

Quietly I passed.