Ode to my beautiful Samantha…

We met at a franchised coffee house, During breaks in our working days. Hiding behind a book and an academic long black, She wanted peace and quiet, Which I disrupted with a clumsy interjection. “Post-colonial theory, eh?” [PAUSE] [BLUSH] To which she replied with a look of who-is-this-boy? Exchanges of over-the-counter coffees, And over the […]