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It's time for a break. I bring my cup of coffee Outside. Drizzles of rain land in The black fluid, stirring   The steam that smells of Warmer sensations than Those of being drenched and Rained upon outside a Construction site. Sip and Swallow. Repeat. I let the Screensaver of my mind set In; gazing at the space between Things, thinking nothing. Sip and swallow. The cup Warms my hand. The coffee my Throat. Then, a single thought Warms my chest. The way her bathroom smells Of the products she uses. The way she likes her showers Hot -so I learn to enjoy them too. I was always turning the heat Down, until it got unbearable. Then stayed a little longer. Shocking myself awake. Misconceiving pain as a tool. I like it comfortable now. Soft alarms in the morning. Clothes with room rather than Slim cuts and tight chests. A woman that never once walked A catwalk, but who likes to Stroke my back softly until I Fade away between winter covers That smell of her skin and sleep. Sip and swallow. I empty the cup And listen to the rain -heavier Now- hit my hard hat Like a thousand fairy drummers. The break is over. Workday isn't. I have dry clothes in my office. I'm having a Very good Day.
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Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 4:14 AM UTC
Gazing at the Space Between Things, Thinking Nothing
It's time for a break. I bring my cup of coffee Outside. Drizzles of rain land in The black fluid, stirring   The steam that smells of Warmer sensations than Those of being drenched and Rained upon outside a Construction site. Sip and Swallow. Repeat. I let the Screensaver of my mind set In; gazing at the space between Things, thinking nothing. Sip and swallow. The cup Warms my hand. The coffee my Throat. Then, a single thought Warms my chest. The way her bathroom smells Of the products she uses. The way she likes her showers Hot -so I learn to enjoy them too. I was always turning the heat Down, until it got unbearable. Then stayed a little longer. Shocking myself awake. Misconceiving pain as a tool. I like it comfortable now. Soft alarms in the morning. Clothes with room rather than Slim cuts and tight chests. A woman that never once walked A catwalk, but who likes to Stroke my back softly until I Fade away between winter covers That smell of her skin and sleep. Sip and swallow. I empty the cup And listen to the rain -heavier Now- hit my hard hat Like a thousand fairy drummers. The break is over. Workday isn't. I have dry clothes in my office. I'm having a Very good Day.
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Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 4:14 AM UTC
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