You drink coffee;
No cream.
I drink cream;
No brews.
I shake in fear and anticipation.
So much meaning
Is derived from this brewed beverage...

Walking down the misted pier
your hands crossed in mine.
You pull me down behind a rock
And offer icy wine.
I love you far too much to see
the malice in those bubbles;
A drink or two,
a kiss or 6,
A wave or 7
And screams at 10.

****** gusher poltergeist chest wound;
the longest thought of my life.
The ringing of a harp's gold strum,
gunshots all a-Blazin'
"THUMP DA DUM"

You drink coffee;
No cream.
I tremble in pure fear.
For if you had not gotten
SHOT
I might stop seeing your ****** ghost here.