Sitting in Michael's Lap
It's me again, here to plead guilty to a drunken and vapid response that in no way did justice to the poetry contained herein. (sheesh -- I should be a lawyer!)
After a patient explanation, I think I have grasped most of what I was missing in this (thus my noncommital reply LOL).
"Breathe" was an excellent first line, it set the stage for the rest quite well, I thought ...
The abrupt change of theme in the midst (between being chained and being in a cafe) works very well, I think, to explain the duality of the situation, though I wonder why you chose to use such a strong reference to captivity (makes it sound unpleasant or unwanted).
As I so clumsily stated before, I enjoyed the cafe scene very much (being partial to them myself, go figure!). You captured the cozy and intimate atmosphere and the sensuality of sharing a latte with someone you feel a connection with -- vanilla latte, of course.
Hushed tones, leaning
Forward, smiles that frame the words
And reach the eyes
(blue -- green)
Whispers floating between,
Like living things, on
Warm vanilla ...
Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange...
--William Shakespeare, from The Tempest