brunch

imagine-
coffee with milk o what nonsense
personally i drink my blackness the darker the roast the more i'm alive
fortune favors the bold after all which rings truth among tastes and blends as well
but milk who does she think she is this mademoiselle cafe au lait
huh maybe that's the ticket to those teeth of hers swanfeather teeth
dazzling intresting fixation point all my focus falls upon her snowdrift teeth
yet it's her chest that everyone else's eyes plunge along the neckline
she's warming up to me as much as the sun warms up the morning glories
opening up as much as my throat expands to consume this coffee
and no i'm no longer able to tell her warmth apart from the cup black mind you
something's burning and it's only the desire not to blunder this meeting
habit of making myself out to be the fool has gotten in the way as of late
but she doesn't know that mademoiselle with her finger in her hair
and i have a place where i would like to sink my fingers but i'll restrain
doesn't seem the type of girl for inappropriate jokes with sexual overtones
not with them woolskin teeth playfully biting her lip
she has this sort of refinement in her that i can't quite sink a knife in
the check laid upon the table we sit at together and we both reach out for it
our hands briefly come into contact and her skin is as mute as honey
she lets me pay of course she lets me pay it is for the privelage i put this on credit
leaving me her number she parts the scene with that flirtatious look over fleeing shoulders
but i'll never call her can you imagine-
coffee with milk o what nonsense ©