i was watching
steam off my coffee
dreaming a sweet
memory
i’m smiling
my brains out
tease by fine clouds
i was about to touch
when all disappear
my...uhmmm
you jump into
my lap almost
naked
to daylight
i forget coffee
steam dancing
off to ceiling
we have a
dance
of our own
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