I've written poems
so many times I should
be sick of them

and the amount of coffee
I've drank,
I should hate it by now

and the number of times
I've laid on your
side,
under your
arm,
stuck to your
hip,
I should be restless in
that space
but

instead I can't subdue
my love of poetry
and coffee,
your side, your arms, your hip,
in love with you.