Coffee

Feb 28, 2008 - 00:53 AM PST

her scent lingers in the air like the mist left over by a florida rain...
the odor becomes more intense as i encroach upon her inhabitance...
breathing insistantly.


i cant get enough..
enough of that smell,
enough of that high...
that drug that brings me to the places where i insist to remain
for as long as possible until the sun rises again.


she is thine enemy
she is thy grace.
i love thee so prethy
that god may ought some space.


the space in which i dwell, crumby as hell
is my home none the less
my own misfourtune, i must confess.


dont let me down, you cradle of sanctuary
robber of sleep.
deprever of rest.
you are my refuge.
i lay my head upon your breast.


the feeling of comfort so often forgot
is revitalized once again when i ingest your sins.

naked is your nature, covered only by decendants not so far from your tree
love is a beauty in which i may never see.

bring me home, to that place i know...
where the fields are glowing with that ice and snow.