Tuesday, February 3, 2009

It was good coffee, too.

Drip
           Drip
                     Drip
    Drip

    I dropped

my coffee cup

          on the

counter        when        you


(behind me)
             crept up so quietly.

     And I can feel that

stead     dy     Rhy     thm

     in which it

Drips
           Drips
                     Drips
    Drips

.But really, all I can feel is the
         rhy          thm
   in         your

lips
           lips
                     lips
    lips

and it's a little
          funny

because you taste
like coffee
and sugar
and honey

and i can't even mourn
   the     l
                o

                     s

                      s
of my stolen

sips
           sips
                     sips
    sips

because your

lips
           lips
                     lips
    lips

taste a little

bit
           bit
                     bit
    bit

                 better.

But I can assure you,
once my head clears
and I can think about
more than just your
hands on my

hips
           hips
                     hips
    hips

And how nice it feels
         that you just

bit
           bit
                     bit
    bit

              my
lip
           lip
                     lip
    lip

  I will make you buy me
    a new cup of coffee.

 But for now,
        Let the goddamn coffee go
Drip
           Drip
                     Drip
    Drip

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