A crush on the Barista.

A tale as old as coffee shops themselves, if I’m not mistaken.

An old and tired one frankly.

This is her place of business.

I mean no disrespect.

I keep my mouth shut, for fear of other people’s bullshit,

derailing my own.

Latte art and conversation with strangers.

Oh, to have that kind of confidence.

Oh, to be that beautiful.

Couldn’...

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A sunflower?

I remember when you first called me that.

It caught me so off guard.

How can a sunflower bloom if it never faces the sun?

My stalk has hardly any structure.

I am useless against the trials of this life.

Bend enough, and you’ll break.

You went back to your last flower.

I don’t hold it against you, there’s history there.

I just can’t put it into word...

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Pieris

The color yellow looks different when I look through your eyes,

As if the fields are made of emeralds decorated in butterflies,

And then I see pollen fly and descend to the wind’s singing

And embed themselves into beds’ sheets’ linen.

The coursing of dance mimics a river current

And I involuntarily admire your freckles and the rose of your cheeks like they’re sunbu...

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I wonder if you

Ever got to hold

the starlight in your eyes

In the palm of your hand 

When you left

I wonder if you

Spin candy floss

from passing clouds

And siphon cider

from the sun

I wonder if you 

Weave blankets from dusk

And yawn 

the colours of dawn

I wonder if you 

Shower in rainbows

And shake the colours 

upon waking flowers

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the lonely man at the window

the old man sits by the window

she left him here yesterday

said she would be back soon

he went to bed but could not sleep

has she stayed away on purpose?

next morning he arises again

to sit and wait even if it takes an eternity

he said he would wait

and that he did until his dying day

this morning at daybreak

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Do not weep
My lonely love
I'll find ye
in the heather
Within the garden
of our souls
Where we
shall join together 

Like days of old
My lonely love
We'll bathe  
in amber light
And be preserved
My lonely love 
'Til time
bids us goodnight

Painting by Aaron Geraud

https://youtu.be/UrsNxVsu1ao

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