II. Love in a Coffee Cup

by Kieran Fionn Murphy

Looking down
four palms warmed around ceramic
‘o’s holding whipped cream monticles that wobble
bobble on a sea of dark–roast Kenyan & then I send them
dancing to a clicking spoon with you synchronised a hand away
we potentize day from half–remembered dreams imbibing morning
conversation turns to last night’s coupling & did our daughter hear us
when she rose to pee we froze a film paused a statuary waiting
for a flush then return to silence when our marbled skin reanimated
pressing play to catch the climax ending at least we’re laughing
out the window where an afterthought of moon whispers
in pale blue an ancient wisdom–myth that flutters
close but unlike you my love I can’t quite
reach its fingers