Lovers at a round table
Experiencing alfresco Expresso,
Arguing so passionately,
Their flailing arms demand the attention of the other,
Facial expressions accentuate each silent voice
Grimacing with gritted teeth, wide-eyed disbelief,
Frantically fingers touch their face with force
Spelling words and phrases only they can share,
Some shock the reader, but not the onlooker
Who’s oblivious to all that’s said,
But each will be heard by each
First, however, this deafening screech must cease,
Their eagerness to speak and be heard
Has already expelled monogrammed cups to the floor.
Slowly they comprehend the need to listen
To the gestures in each other's signing,
No one opinion is wrong,
Just different perspectives of the same scene,
Gradually both wear a more gentle expression
They smile, lips apart,
Holding each other's hand
Across the wooden circle
Until finally open-mouthed
They kiss.
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