She lives on coffee
The deep dark seas
That know no waves
She sips the foam
From surface tension
Of romance circumstanced
Skimming divine approval
For unplanned conceptions
It turned out OK
Like rum on java
Kids calling daddy papa
And you stir your cup
With a teaspoon cold
Steel on porcelain
Stares on sweaty skin
You need a glass to drink
Leave the tap open to suggestions
Let liquid fill the sink
Air turns to water
Everything swims
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