the coffee is brewing,
i hear the clock ticking
the vendors outside, doing their part selling
birds calling out to their mates and their mates, responding.
Everything that’s happening around me, I can sense clearly
But what will happen to you and me?
I wish we had eternal clarity.

The coffee did brew, leaving an essence in the air
But the clock is refusing to tick;
refusing to let this moment pass by
giving me chances that I'm refusing to take
chances to be stuck in the moments our eyes met
the vendor's curious silence
curious to see if I'll make a move
the birds and their mates are quiet now
Waiting for us to say to each other-
“I love you..”

Hull hand-
Rubbed
Hand polished

Too slick still
For slow barnacle.

Bright brass-
Her bell already
Salvaged (stolen)

Before she clapped
A sound

Afraid to let go
I still remember falling
From your arms before

if love were perfect,  
it would never ache,  
no misunderstandings,  
no hearts to break.  

each word would flow  
like a gentle stream,  
every glance a promise,  
every touch a dream.  

there’d be no storms,  
only sunlit days,  
no silent treatments,  
just warm embraces.  

but maybe it’s the flaws,  
the cracks that we find,  
that teach us to cherish  
the love that’s designed.  

for in the imperfect,  
we truly see,  
the beauty of love,  
in its authenticity.

Love is a drug, i wish to overdose on yours
                No Rehab Required