Coffee stories
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by Harriet Gauger

When I think of you,

I think of coffee:

Of plastic lids and polystyrene cups.

I think of you,

and Monday morning sounds,

And yawning, and that clattering machine.

When I'm with you,

I find I'm dreaming...

Under the gleaming artificial lights

I look at you,

And realise I'm stealing glances,

And that my glasses - slipping off my face -

Must make me look like such an idiot.

But when it comes to you,

I am an idiot,

For loving all your hipster clothes,

And ruffled shirts, and bed-head hair,

And I can't help but stare so meekly,

At your iceberg-blue bedazzled eyes,

As you fret with fixing the knot of your tie.

When I think of you,

I think of coffee:

Of sleepy eyes and sleepy-heads.

I think of you, and those precious waking hours,

Which are only ours in office mornings.

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