When you crafted
a skull
in a cloud
of cocoa powder
atop the foamed head
of my morning latte
I knew
you were the one / angry.
We had been playing this game
for months
now
I sensed a change in you
it was honest / deceitful
as our eyes met
you murmured
this one’s on me / that’s seven pounds fifty.
My cheeks flushed venti
as you smirked
knowing I did not deserve this
intimacy of chocolate dust
asking me out / outside
with a lingering touch
& whuff of steam
that would change nothing / the course of history.
Zoe Davis is an emerging writer and artist from Sheffield, England. A Quality Engineer in advanced manufacturing by day, she spends her evenings and weekends writing poetry and prose, and especially enjoys exploring the interaction between the fantastical and the mundane. You can find her work in publications such as: Acropolis Journal, Livina Press, MONO, Hungry Shadow Press and Idle Ink. You can also follow her on Twitter @MeanerHarker where she’s always happy to have a virtual coffee and a chat.