The morning chill
came with a thin drizzle -
dipped in tea and
served with tobacco.
Nausea was gulped
down the throat for
breakfast - the back of
palm wiping the mouth.
Trapped in a brown
jacket and your green
eyes, I felt a sudden urge
to ask you to follow me
to a place I had reserved
solely for your arrival which
sometimes smells of coffee
brewing in the morning.
The urge to approach you
was strong, and yet
I did not, for this morning
the sky shared an intimate
kiss with the clouds and it
began to pour - people routed
indoors and you quickly took
resolved steps, covering
your head with a diary,
the front of which had
a picture of two flowers
nudging each other.
Boys in warm sweaters
and girls in knitted scarfs
carelessly dawdled around
as I walked back home, alone.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 9:41 AM UTC
The morning chill
came with a thin drizzle -
dipped in tea and
served with tobacco.
Nausea was gulped
down the throat for
breakfast - the back of
palm wiping the mouth.
Trapped in a brown
jacket and your green
eyes, I felt a sudden urge
to ask you to follow me
to a place I had reserved
solely for your arrival which
sometimes smells of coffee
brewing in the morning.
The urge to approach you
was strong, and yet
I did not, for this morning
the sky shared an intimate
kiss with the clouds and it
began to pour - people routed
indoors and you quickly took
resolved steps, covering
your head with a diary,
the front of which had
a picture of two flowers
nudging each other.
Boys in warm sweaters
and girls in knitted scarfs
carelessly dawdled around
as I walked back home, alone.