By Elissa (lilwomyn@geocities.com)
Date: 20 August 1997

Divine Intervention

Sitting at an empty table
Hoping that by some divine intervention
or miracle
That you might saunter in,
smile in my direction,
sit in the empty seat across from me,
and share a cigarette.
You and your cool-casual walk,
Your "I-don't-give-a-damn" exterior,
and your sensitive, emotional side,
Smooth like the cream I stir
in my coffee.

Thinking of what could be 
between you and I,
the silent smile,
the brush of your strong hand
against my cheek,
tangling my fingers in your gold chain,
(given to you by a good friend, I hear,)
and pulling you in for another kiss.

Do you want these things, too,
or am I kidding myself?
If I let you read these words,
will you understand,
or will you mock me?
These questions are that stands between
our possible happiness,
or my own despair.