In the coffee shop

It breaks me
each time
when she rolls her eyes to the right.

I need not look,
I know what is behind me.
I know who is behind me.

I wish to see
all that is going on behind her eyes,
beneath her quickly rising and falling breasts.

I die to slay that fierce dragon that runs within her,
agitating her and spilling the fire ­
it lifts her as it burns me.

Her words are empty
simply flowing out
to engage me into following them.

I follow.

I love her
she loves the guy behind me
they shall share the love like we once did.