The subtlest of moments

– So where’s this place?
— Um, it’s like, four – blocks away, if you don’t mind the walk?
– No not at all. Let’s go.

Late winter sun
Warmth
The edges of chill but easily kept at bay by layered clothing
The edges of Spring

– Do you go there often?
— Yeah, ah, I know the guy – guys – and girls, there.
– Oh?
— I’ve been going there a few years.
– They have great coffee?
— Actually, well, it isn’t bad, but it’s more the atmosphere you know? The feel of the place.
– I’m looking forward to it.

Closeness
Almost close enough to touch
Counting brushes as they walk
Bright, clear skies
The city adorned in revellers tasting the last days of Winter

— Oh wow, now I’m all nervous, talking it up so much.
Laughter
– Don’t be. I’m sure it’ll be great.
— Well it’s great for me, you know, I don’t know if you’ll like it.
– Why is that?
Pause
— I like it so much, it’s like a piece of me. If you’ll hate it I’d rather not take you at all.

Smooth rectangular stones for pavement
Short winter coats
Warm glowing store-signs
Alleys
Quiet jazz from the windows and doors

— It’s this way, just on the other side of this park.
– Wait – stop.
Pause
— What?
Pause
— What is it?
Pause
Eyes downcast
– Um, I have to tell you,
Pause

– I’m in love with you.

Silence
Waiting
Eyes tentatively up
The space between them
Eyes a swirl of fear, hesitation
Hope
Then the smile

— I’m glad.

A nervous laugh, and then another
Slowly closing space
Bodies that fit together
Skin against skin
Noses and cheeks and necks
Lips
— Mmm.
Faces so close
– What?
— I’ve wanted to taste you.
– Mmm.

Inhale

Moving slightly to stare
Stare at eyes, hair, shoulders
Fingers move to touch
– Let’s have this coffee then.