I think of us like coffee

I think of us like coffee—
tea cups in cafés with stained glass
and art—Audre Lorde and women-artists-socialists—you and I
sit and watch, drinking our tiny
coffee. I make fun of you because
you are like me in a different sweater, 
cool instead of fire. I call you my muse because
I need a word bigger than friend but
different than lover. 
We will go unnoticed, in this café
but we are too big, too full of wonder
to be contained in a cup
like coffee.