I Like Your Eyes How I Like My Coffee

Out of breath, I catch up to you outside
and ask about class (or perhaps it was
about the weather). Fists tight and eyes wide,
I ask you out on a date, just because.

You blush, smile, cock your head, and say, “Call me!” 
As we say our goodbyes, I mind your eyes
(milk, sugar, two cups filled with coffee)
while many more of my dreams start to rise.

We’ll get jobs and move in, and we’ll move on
to a home, a car, and two little kids.
Our kids will have kids, and play in our lawn,
until Death knocks, and I’ll kiss your eyelids.

All of that is just a few days away
if you’d like to grab coffee on Thursday.

If you have any suggestions, feel free to share. I'm not entirely sure my iambic pentameter checks out, but let me know!

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