Headphones and Wine bottles
Not exactly dressed for the kill-
Hell, she can’t even walk
In a straight line-
But she’ll still be able to find her way
To you.
In these heels,
In those thoughts,
She dances with wine bottles
While headphones play
Some song
That had nothing to do with you.
Bare feet circle bare floors;
Bare hands hang onto
Bare walls-
Or the toilet seat.
She feels poet...
Monday 28th May 2018 8:46 pm
Coffee Shop Blues
Bakers and coffee shops
Line the streets,
And I find myself
Nestling inside a few
To find a comfort
Only coffee beans and bacon
Can provide.
Warming cold hands
From frost;
Warming strangers to the
Idea of companionship
And togetherness.
Wholeness.
Mugs and teaspoons
Hold a special place
In my heart;
Teapots and saucers have
A special kind of solac...
Wednesday 2nd May 2018 11:44 am
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