Our tongues paint
watercolors over our bodies-
each stroke, more intricate than the last.
Fingers slide across smooth canvases,
and we are left with abstract
works of art.

Why does morning coffee tastes like our bitter yesterdays?
   I added sugar to bring the sweetness back
      while all you do is sugarcoat everything.
            Cigarettes matches  our coffee more than pastry
               maybe we are only destined to be a habit
                     than being a necessity.