Coffee Love

We’ve never met, but can we get coffee?
And when I say “can we get coffee,” I truly mean,
“can I get the pleasure of seeing your espresso colored hair fall out of its bun and run rampant down your shoulders because in all honesty,

my nervous system wouldn’t know what do with itself.”

furthermore,
your hands are the pastries,
not just because of their softness,
but because of how delicious they look.
I could just place my lips on them and leave them there,
I didn’t need them that much, anyway.

Let’s you and I take a booth,
don’t be distracted when I nod in agreement when the steam from my mug looks at your face in disbelief.

Why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself?

I’m on the edge of my seat.

Reviews

[Shelley Warner]

A very sweet and creative poem.

[Aaron Jinks]

Thank you so much :)