such canorous floats through the cafe's air tonight

tonight of kids laying supine on their wispy kissed duvets holding their christmas gifts

machines and and sprinkled notebooks and incarnadine cover books

all dreamlands of 's stars swirled in the brown moorlands of my coffee

where is my gift? my and ?

is this where i descend into a melancholy realm of love?

thou art so beautiful, my love

thou art not so mine

thou art a star, my love

thou art not my constellation

your eyes look as though the descended to peck your orbes

but the say anon, anon! here we come

thou hide your eyes of beige sunsets painted with fleeting and

thou hold my hand

i will keep you safe, leman

"back again?"

that voice poised with civet

oh, i wish those melliflous words were for me

but and never spoke to each other

i look up and even the veiled gasped

"s-sorry?"

you smiled a-at me

m-me?

you shake your head

stifling another smile.

"nothing. can i get you anything else?"

"anything e-else?"

"yes."

"well, i... no?"

"let me know if you change your mind."

oh, sweet sweet , my heart is a flustered mess with fresh supernovae of red acacia

you leave my heartstrings to drown drown drown into orion nebula-a-a-a

how can you notice a coffee girl in the farthest corner of a dreamful cafe sketched with your hands on the heart of