The Coffee shop

The aroma will seep from the very pores
of golden-brown oak
hugging doorways, windows,
and planked underfoot.
Vanilla-esque whispers
from ivory candles will glow
softly around the room
as shadows dance
lighthearted laughter
against Venetian wallpaper.
I will watch through the darkness
your humanly distinguished, untamed magnetism
and my soul will stand threadbare in testament,

as my dressed body
will sit opposite.
Smooth and creamy
hazelnut coffee
our only witness
while we will converse
never making a sound.