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people watching in a coffee shop
is one of the simple pleasures in life
the bizarre satisfaction you get
when you sit by the window
solving crossword puzzles
or probably sipping your cup of hot latte
immediately tilting your head up
when someone enters
analyzing, wondering,
as they pass by your table
what kind of person they are?
what coffee do they drink?
what do they do in the coffee shop?
where were they from?
who are they with?
thoughts by thoughts
questions by questions
curiosity kicks in
eventually clouding your mind
as you nibble your chapped lip
finally finding a solution
to the crosswords
also your futile thoughts
without hesitation
you give those people in the shop
every single one of them
a life
based on their coffee
just some random thoughts of mine
Tours depart at 7.30,
in time to reach the office by 9.
En route, keen-eyed travellers
search faces, gaits
and speculate on destinations.
There are no prizes
but you will experience a cold satisfaction
with every success.
Most prized
are the ones who hide
behind a guise of bluff normality.
It takes a real expert
to catch the tiny glint of fear,
the too-quick reflexive start
at any human contact,
the unwillingness to meet the gaze
of their own reflections.
But persevere
and you too can add to your list.
The longer your list
the less likely you are
to appear
on someone else's.
You are innocent
A beautiful undiscovered creature
Grazing in life's pasture
Vibrant as sun rays
Yet still a soft glow like moon light
Untouched by the inevitable pang reality
For the preditor lays in wait
Obsessive, he stalks his prey
It didn't take long for him to pounce
clawing and shredding
Tearing away something so precious
You're writhing remains crushed
Nothing left of your innocence but the crimson petals of your flower
Or so you think...
You have no idea that you are still innocent
And while such a loss can never be repaid
While you may cry yourself to sleep from this day on
While your dreams may never be the same
While you may shy away from an honest love's sweet touch
Just know...
Your are Innocent
 Oct 2012 Drewy nickson
Montana
I'll *******,
If you want.
Cause I want it
Just as bad as you do.
But I also want to hear the rustle of the sheets
When you turn over in the middle of the night.
I want to feel your hot breath on my neck.
I want the stubble on your chin to graze my cheek
As you kiss me gently on the forehead.
And when I whisper "goodnight," you don't have to reply.
Just nudge me with your knee
Or poke me with your elbow.
8/13/12

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