Self-love

We met like old friends,
Casually asked if we could
Maybe sit and have coffee
Our work could wait a while.

"Two sugars please."
"Oh put away your camera phone!"
We talked vacuities
And laughed at each other.

Both knew why it happened,
This carefully planned chance meeting.
Charted out the previous night
In the minds of each.

The calculated conversation,
Insistent casual small talk.
The maps of our brains
Silhouetted on the wall.

We didn't call each other's bluff
Didn't poke at each other's cards.
Was it for old time's sake?
Or for each other's nerves?

Measured talk and coffee and not coming to the point,
Not stripping down to blood for blood.
We kept our clothes on
And kissed our own mouths.