Black coffee, closed book, no mystery.
She is defined.
A word in the dictionary with one line.
One tense.
One meaning.
She is the word you must look up to understand
But once you do.
You know her.
Like the north star you know her.
Why she shines, where she is.
Why she cries and who she smiles for.
Perhaps one day
Someone will look her up.
And make an honest woman out of her.
But until then she is nothing but black coffee, closed books.
And mystery.

Please let me write this out
So when my mind drifts to the two of us
Even I can't deny how I'd love to breathe you in.
You are fascinating.
Fuming.
Fearless.
Cold, dense, brilliant and strong.
Dark and deep like a cave.
You're cool like the ocean during a hurricane.
You panic like a raft in the sea
Without a paddle, drifting
Close to shore.
How can I ask you to follow me home
And let me take care of you.
My favorite story
Who knows the ending.
Let me read in peace.
I can't deny that when my mind drifts to the two of us,
We're on an adventure
Somewhere we've never been
Without time or reason.
But that will never be.
Not as long as you sit in a fuming, fascinating
Deep, dark cave
Where I cannot come get you.