I want to be reading
A geisha’s memoir
Sipping tea with you
Comforted
By your calm expression
like that undisturbed puddle
behind your parent's house
is that puddle still there?
or has it dried out like our love
Reading so fervently
as though it was a race
between the words on the page
and the excitement in your heart
It feels like home
cozied up next to you
in that single sized bed overflowing
with love and blankets
Its just an illusion
There is no you
It’s just me
Reading a geisha’s memoir
Alone without a drop of tea
10/04/08
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 10:52 AM UTC
I want to be reading
A geisha’s memoir
Sipping tea with you
Comforted
By your calm expression
like that undisturbed puddle
behind your parent's house
is that puddle still there?
or has it dried out like our love
Reading so fervently
as though it was a race
between the words on the page
and the excitement in your heart
It feels like home
cozied up next to you
in that single sized bed overflowing
with love and blankets
Its just an illusion
There is no you
It’s just me
Reading a geisha’s memoir
Alone without a drop of tea
10/04/08
