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we only sip such things for the imagined sophistication of it,
to think ourselves wiser than the foam or glass.
a feigned agedness,
[resulting in arachnid digits]
plink-planks lettered keys
with jagged realities
we won't let them see
we can do better
a subtle smooth poison
s l i d e s
from every sort of surface,
to think ourselves wiser than the foam or glass.
a feigned agedness,
[resulting in arachnid digits]
plink-planks lettered keys
with jagged realities
we won't let them see
we can do better
Literature
Coffee Shop Romance
Young man
You asked me to watch your
Things and
I said sure and
Looked up and
My god you were cute
When you came back you said thanks and
We smiled at one another and
Our gazes lingered
Just a bit
I don't think it was my imagination
We spent the next half hour or so
Jiggling our legs and
Shifting our bodies and
Sneaking glimpses
Of one another out of the corners of our
Eyes
You watched me type and
I watched you read and
We both pretended we were just as alone
As we had been before
You spoke
But of course now there was
You and
Now there was
Me and
I know you wanted to say something
But didn't know how to
Start
Literature
Morning Coffee
"Morning, my love." My voice is lilting, and floats on the spring-scented breeze, as I bustle around the kitchen, not bothering to turn, as you take your place at the table.
The curtains, thrown wide to welcome the rising sun, are quivering in the gentle wind, and I glance outside, "It's warming up already, this afternoon's sure to be beautiful. Do you think we could go out and start the garden, later? It's a little early in the season, but it's bound to be a lovely day." I ask you, eyes smiling as I take in the dew-speckled grass, glittering in the early sun just beyond the window pane.
I nod to myself, "Yes, yes. I bought the seeds a week
Literature
Mornings.
Mornings with you taste golden, like
that dawn we escaped together to
watch the sun rise from the asphalt
and burn its way down the road. And
we sat like sparrows above the dotted
yellow lines, waiting while the world
drove by and your face glowed hazel
and copper and hope. In the mornings,
when we share stories and wishes and
body heat, you feel more real to me
than anything I've ever read about,
than anything I've ever seen.
Mornings with you are hazy smiles and
soft eye lashes, like every morning I've
laid in your bed watching the dust ride
through the air on beams of light, not
having to do anything more than
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Ahh this drink is my current obseesion, apparently. I'm practically living on it..
Wonderfully written. (:
Wonderfully written. (: