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Angst
Your words fill my heart with a strange
emotion; it’s like seeing me in a mirror, a million crossroads ago. The words
bring new possibilities that I had lost and may be with a sleight of hand, with
a sudden twist, I want a victory in life, not beautiful words in multiple
colours strewn across pages and pages of separation and absence.
The bondages don’t matter anymore nor the
daily actions that need so many juggling roles; one to another switching lines
and changing masks. Your angst matches mine and tears rise up in my eyes when I
realise that what matters really is flying out of mazes, free and wild, without
ever getting burnt in the riot of ecstatic freedom.
Time freezes and I always go back to the
day we spoke; more or less clueless as to emotions; yet in a strange way
feeling the way how words do not make sense any longer with the baggage that I carry and the familiar way in which my eyes longed to see what I saw till the
magic was broken and the moment gone.
Many seconds passed before I felt what it
is to come back before you and get back the same lovelorn gaze; many days,
months, years may pass with the moment gone; while the writer’s words say it
all, wasting away lives and crossroads all in the name of a love that never
found a way to the lips, all in the name of a love that is so you and so me; and so perfect
A cup of coffee
When I drink you in like my cup of coffee;
With a little milk to bring in the right colour,
Strong flavoured robusta with sugar added,
In my large brown mug, with a tome in hand.
When I drink you in like my cup of coffee;
With slices of brown bread slightly toasted,
A little marmalade and butter thinly spread,
As I read the current tome that I’m reading.
When I drink you in like my cup of coffee;
I dream of your eyes that drank my desire,
My eyes stay on the page and the storyline
But my heart falls back on our little fantasy.
For another day, when I drink you like coffee,
When you sip my desire your eyes only on me.
With slices of brown bread slightly toasted,
A little marmalade and butter thinly spread,
As I read the current tome that I’m reading.
When I drink you in like my cup of coffee;
I dream of your eyes that drank my desire,
My eyes stay on the page and the storyline
But my heart falls back on our little fantasy.
For another day, when I drink you like coffee,
When you sip my desire your eyes only on me.
Thursday, March 15, 2018
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