Television show memories
Memories of a lover
That lover that seemed like they held the potential of forever
Deep gazing eyes that said everything and nothing because it was all felt inside
Gentle featherlight strokes along the lines of each other's body
Allowing your fingertips to build memories of warmth
Muscle
Smoothness
Scent
Followed by the build up of hands that can't grab enough fast enough
Kissing scenes that capture the passion you once knew
Kisses that could barely contain the desire
Deep breath kisses that took in their entire essence
Taking quivering pause to look again into their eyes
That slight smile before demanding their mouth again
Desperate to have as much of them in you as possible
So you could hold onto fleeting moments and
Commit them to memory where they could live forever
These shows carry us to lands we've never been to
And still we recreate that magical relationship
It remains perfect and pure
Passionate
A fire that forever smolders
Because for a time, you were that show
In any part of world
It wouldn't matter because you could've been anywhere
In anytime
And it was with them
So it was everything
You just didn't expect the episode to end so soon

The pen that fell spilled my words onto the carpet
I watched them seep into the threads
Painting a distorted picture
Blots of ink made Warshak tests
Out of my pretty phrases
My
     rhymes
               My  
                  deeper
                            meaning
                                         lines

Just shapes of black across the unforgiving selfish floor
Evil pen that divulged my secrets
Hiding love language and spells into careless synthetic blend fibers

Perhaps it was jealous that its magic only worked in my hands
When my fingers stroked its shaft
Until it exploded with graceful,
                                               powerful,
                                                       unforgiving,
                                                                descriptive,
                                                                         colorful,
                                                                             life giving,
                                                                                   life taking,
                                                                                        incantations

******* pen that stole my voice
The one that those without ears can hear
My silent screaming acquaintances
How grateful I was that you were my safe space to speak
Our secret languages
That give color and life to the world
We who are unafraid to feel

But that ******* pen silenced me.
For years I've been quiet
Watching conversations
                           words...
                               letters....
                                     songs....

But you know what?  
**** that pen

Coffee black, is like bitter water
Too quick
Too much hot liquid
No mystery to it

I like my coffee with cream
Powdered cream that adds the smallest bit of thickness
To the dark water
Followed by a shot of flavor
Flavor that unfolds with warm beauty when it
Flows over your tongue

As though the flavor will also enhance the next words
To leave your lips
Words kissed with sweetness and warmth
A soothing coat to quiet any bitterness

You know you have enough cream in my coffee
When it matches the color of his skin
Caramelly, earthen, warm, silken...
Smooth like the swirls of the spoon as you stir
Sweet like his warm lips sweeping over mine
Warmth that flows over the tongue
Glides down the throat
Enveloping the sleeping parts and kissing them awake

I love cream in my coffee in the mornings.