Provost Cafe
Bliksem! I caught coffee with a vixen
Blue iris striking
Sun-stream highlighting
Fox nose freckle features
Her laughter those
Iridescent creatures
Exposing transparent wings and flying
Just as you’re trying
To get a closer look
Our conversations took
My mind through strenuous yoga stretches
Stolen moments between lectures
Her glass of rooibos tea with honey
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Half full even when empty
As a reverse birthday gift she
Covered my black coffee
Probably a must as i was living off my trust fund
Of busking poetry
This girl, seemingly feeling galaxies
Inherent in the breeze
Her boots with ankle zips
Mine without laces
Reflections of field trips
Barefoot in sandy places
What can one gift a girl already carrying
Traces of the sky
Around the dark spaces of her eyes?
Not much.
