The Barista and The Author

I don't know what it is I like about you: 

May be it's your eyebrows.

"They're so emotive"

May be it's because you're Russian.

You know I'm a sucker for all of that.

I would fall in love with a philosophy major.

I would fall in love with a man whose girlfriend has cancer.

I would fall in love with a Nabokov reader.

I would fall in love with an author.

I would

I would 

I would

I did.

Where does that leave me?

May be we don't have to be anything.

We could leave ourselves frozen in the perpetual state of sexual tension.

We could make it into the most romantic affair known to history:

Of strawberry pie eating sweetness

Sticky thoughts,

Sweet emotions.

Oh god;

Let's just have sex now.