Zywa
A lover
Coffee at the museum
always something to see, the air
cushions around the people
Someone with a spot
on his trousers, I pay
for him, discretely
inspect his trousers
cheerfully ask questions
laugh a lot in the first place
and make another date
it was fun
Confess immediately
if the police points at me, yes
deliberate conscious, so what?
His strong stories
I do not believe, but his kisses
yes, no air in between us
gently sucking
for once, perhaps
one decisive time, I like to think
occasionally when I come
rain or shine, leaving home in the morning
to have a coffee, I am
a lover, that does matter
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