Dear cute guy who brought me coffee


A wee dram of a poem, inspired by the conference that I’m at this week.

Dear cute guy who brought me coffee:
At first it was your beard (your plaid).
I could overlook your Topsiders and your socks.
In the end, I shivered when our arms brushed, but.
Don’t take that on yourself, too much.
Still. Nice of you to ask me how I took it.