Coffee who knew how smooth.
Whole Bean, medium roast, I’m ready to toast.
Rain in the forest, soil rich, and handpicked for perfection.
Only Blue Mountain will do for your taste.
I sip tea brewed and boiled with steam.
Milk and sugar to drink.
Add a little hard dough bread and Anchor butter as a base.
Maybe one day we’ll swap our favorites.
Maybe I can be the one to invite you on a date.
The beach I can see us walking in between the waves and taking a break to talk as we find a sweet spot in the sand.
One day I’ll call you “My Mr. Mr.” Some will want to call you “My Man”.
Not my direct style, but I’ll try to find the right name to fit us all the while.
Not “boyfriend” or “finance”, not now at least.
I’m not desperate for love, it has to happen on its own.
You are more special than a conventional title.
Maybe we’ll catch a movie.
I can be your pirate mermaid and you can be my sailor riding a panther on the high seas.
We’ll sample exotic treats and then go back again when love first connected two fishes swimming near the seashore.
We’ll find a woolly mammoth in the sand flaked in gold-leaf.
We’ll walk through oil paintings that speak of poetic justice… illuminatio, amor, revelatio,pax, and energos.
This is how our evenings end and begin.
Like in a dream sweetened with coffee and tea.
Surrealism at its best.
Our creative energies don’t need to compete for affection.
You are you, and I am me and together we are better as “we”.
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