Tuesday, January 26, 2016

LOVE AND NIGHT AND COFFEE



Once in a while you would descend
To the library's basement where coffee
Was always available for the nyctambules
And nyctolops who studied or dreamed
Their nights away in the endless stacks.
Being chthonic myself, though not a god,
Gravity would have sometimes drifted me down
From my carrel on the third floor
Between the great steps and
Eng. Lit.
But since you might appear at any time
I was required to go and drink coffee
More frequently.  Red-eyed, I developed
A caffeine twitch. and could only mutter
"Love, see what you have done to me!"

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