In his drawings,

I magically travel and
Become Mythically Stranded
On the horizons where sea and sky meet
That is this bagel shop we often greet.

Where He Pulls It Out on the White shore
breathing like an animal of the wild
And leaves me between his World and mine for a while.
And I depart looking back,

at the the dwindling twilight,

like the Star Crossed Coffee Lovers we Are.