what, already
that aroma;
not a single spoon
of sugar:
the better
the awakening;
my coffee grinning,
shaking me
there's no way
to backtrack;
I'm sipping from b-cups,
kicking into gear...
flash forward;
(flesh in the background)
absentmindedly
chasing destination
instead of destiny,
always in a hurry
coffee drops
now drying up
disheveled,
the only ones
still keeping
memory of lips
retreating
like the waves
caressing shores
goodbye
long gone is
the reflection
undulating eyes
thoughts are perched
on mornings:
the old ones,
the upcoming...
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 1:39 PM UTC
what, already
that aroma;
not a single spoon
of sugar:
the better
the awakening;
my coffee grinning,
shaking me
there's no way
to backtrack;
I'm sipping from b-cups,
kicking into gear...
flash forward;
(flesh in the background)
absentmindedly
chasing destination
instead of destiny,
always in a hurry
coffee drops
now drying up
disheveled,
the only ones
still keeping
memory of lips
retreating
like the waves
caressing shores
goodbye
long gone is
the reflection
undulating eyes
thoughts are perched
on mornings:
the old ones,
the upcoming...