When I look at her,
those moons of fondue eyes,
she tilts her chin to return the gaze
and in this intersection
we share a secret.
My lips spark all the way
to my ears, which
wiggle a bit
as my eyebrows raise
and in response
her tail wags quick—
I know it.
She knows it.
In this intersection
we share a secret.
Then
inevitable
we go,
each one back to her business.
I regain a grip on my pen and
she lays her chin on the cafe floor
But our secret stays,
soft and palpable
with the hint of a tail
in perpetual motion–
for both of us.