Just above the rim of my cup
my incognito eyes catch
a glimpse
of her tongue dancing
just behind its chiclet shield.
Precisely above the tip of her nose
she could set her sights directly
on my eyes…IF
I wasn’t so stealthily clever
behind my concealment cup of coffee.
The wells of her eyes…
drowning me.
Her eyelids trickle,
refreshing her spheres of invited escape.
ESCAPE??
No chance now! I’m caught!
But contentedly captivated.