The Longing

Afternoon rain

He takes off his drenched jacket

And sits on my table

Coffee ? I ask

Tea, he insists

The conversation flows

My eyes soak in his charming face

Speckled with the drops of heaven

And his baritone voice thunders inside of me

Steamy concoctions

Laced with banter and sweet nothings

I savour the moments.

It’s raining again today

But there’s no one on my table

Brewing the first flush

I revisit that afternoon

Countless times in my mind

I pour the warmth in my cup , and my soul

Sips of solitude

Dont quench my thirst

They stir me up

The longing remains...