london sky is a celestial fabric painted with blue black aurora borealis stitched with the iridescent yarn of cassiopeia, on its hem

the cafe looks like a fallen star from a fallen star flecked with beige and gray, blue and brown

the steam of tea foam and dark ocher coffee weaves together in the air, enveloping me, entwining with my fingertips, beckoning me to

how ethereal this place looks as a and perhaps not always as a

she looks at the resplendent nox through the dew of london, her bangs falling from the brown , flecked with an unfamiliar constellation

"good evening."

she looks startled, her beret slipping over her eyes, turning towards me as i sit on adjacent side

"you're having a day off?"

i affirm her reckoning as she noticed the absence of the black shirt and white

"you— you look good.

i mean, beige and blue is a

fascinating combination."

"i'm glad you find my

fashion sense fascinating."

"i'll buy you coffee." she

dismissively says,

walking away.

i catch her wrist, "i'll make you coffee."

✡

the white mugs have been rendered empty, beige and brown remnants coagulating into infinite

she watches london, her brown tresses weaved with december nightfall and of sirius, her beret resting in her hands, hands of a space writer

she seems like a , perhaps her dreams would make her look at me

"tell me about your dreams."

her kohl lashes flutter with , cool gray entwining with beige air, falling over my cassiopeian tattoo

is she orion? she's ornate

"i— i dream of a cafe in the heart of london,

beige and white welcomed by the prussian

blue city, sirius capering over it."

"i dream of creating constellations over lattes. paint coffee cups with blue and amethyst watercolor— paint my cafe's walls with the berceuse of winter."

a faint smile flecks her lips, one like a beguiling gravitating towards the earth

"i want to sew aprons of white,

beige and blue. i want to see

the cafe's aroma lull

weary hearts sanguine."

she dreams of my reality redolent with beige and brown but her dreams are graced with blue

"what do you think about

working in the cafe with me?

i think the entire gleamed in her eyes