In my short coffee-pot
the small bubbles
emitting vapour
whisper your name.

Your name rises,
wishes no sunset
only an endless trip;
already back when departed.

Shanghai, Bombay, Dubai
Hawaii, you bend and return.

The distance is long
from the chest to the brain,
no other space is shorter
when you smile and we chat.

But let me come to myself;
let me rush to anticipate,
fill the small pot up to its lips,
before the last dropp is disappeared
before your name is kidnapped and lost
by the implacable law of evaporation alone.


© JosephJosephides

Joseph S. Josephides

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