Coffee

Fidgeting, shaking, thoughts flitting

The brain branches out and twigs snap

As I am no longer able to support

My own logic, I retreat to your embrace

Dry my tears with hot breath,

Your inhalations deep and concave,

Exhalations smooth wavers with

Ripples that tickle your core.

Maintain the metronome’s cavernous echo

Deep within your chest, hold my head to it

Let beats and rhythm infatuate my soul

Let us bask in sunlight or even stiffen,

Shrivel up without remorse

Let us waste away in pure oblivion

Let us be one with tragedy and beauty,

Often so dependent upon one another.

Blossoms may now bud on spry branches

Yet here in this very state even

Shattered or burnt twigs can still suffice.

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