Steaming Matcha lattes getting cold
as I drink you up
I see your eyes creeping
over computer screens
letting me know
not a drop of work is getting done
Music blaring in headphones
our thoughts booming louder
Bodies moving all around us
Blurry backdrop of strangers
All I see is you
This poem isn’t getting anywhere
and I need to kiss you
Lips connect
Kicking off laptops
Dancing on tabletops
Twirling me dizzy
May we always attempt
teasing workshops
at random coffee shops
– Breelyn Shelkey
Yes…that’s my kind of coffee experience.
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