Helmut

 
chooses coffee  
   
and I sigh  
knowing how  
that could    
turn out  
   
but they arrive  
with a clean tone
in vintage leather  
and sunshine
wrapped
in locks,  
   
asks permission    
to embrace  
my frame  
   
that has seen    
better days  
   
has lived    
better days,  
   
I listen to    
them speaking  
with a bold    
european  
flow    
   
as forty six  
year old blue 
begin washing  
over burnt  
out hazel    
   
gazing at
their touch
curling round
a coffee
cup.