her hands
cool silk
cupping his warmest thoughts
in their deepest recesses.
gone now
by decades,
but those cool hands
part time
sink inside
the folds of his mind.
a silver spoon
stirring the moon
into his coffee,
lifting velvet kisses
to his lips.

she knows
he thinks of her
even now.
wraps her
cool silk hands
around a
warm china cup,
purses velvet lips
gently blows
steam from her coffee.
she smiles as
vaporous lovers
swirl and dance.
she knows
and drinks him in.