KNife and fork

The first goats that chewed
On the red berries we call coffee beans, started jumping
And dancing, just like able bodied men do
On hotel room beds, dancing to the strange tunes
The body hums, when spiked of caffeine.
This was why the legendary Goatherd Kaldi
Dissolved roasted beans on boiling water.
And over in a Viennese coffee house
There are strangers melting the broken ice
Like climate change does, acquiescing to a moment
That neither wants to walk away from,
When each is a little closer to the other
Crafting a deft chemistry, inching towards
A second coffee, or perhaps a slice of cheesecake
Another coffee house date, more primary research,
Perhaps even a clinical study
Of how much caffeine is required
To burn 100 calories of primavera
ā€“ The advent of first spring. When two people become
In a matter of a demi-hour,
Two sights for sore eyes and two flesh that knew
The virtue of being a portmanteau
Hyphenated beyond thresholds
To transform into a bridge, which
Is just as invisible, as is visible,
When river banks are fast forgotten
To the concrete arch of love.

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