The tea drinker

by Cecilia Resio

Calmness showed up as lazy as it suits it,
like the thoughtful mystery in a truce of love
a milky and multi-temporal space
It is such a marvel, sex, this popular luxury
They mildly performed the duties of the heart
kissing each other, democratic and romantic
you may say it was a story to remember
for the intensity of the gestures, the lack of reason
and the coming and going of radiant words
told to break and to rebuild
Nothing seemed to be consumed yet
in that disorder of chairs and clothes,
how touching it was – all alone –
that cup of coffee.