Felt as felt
Between two warming ears
And snow, the kind of snow, which disappears
Into pools of eyes so blue and crystalline

You are somewhere between ***, and coffee, and jazz, and caffinated cares, and mystery

And I cannot help but see

Early morning hours
Caffinated brains
Lazy ceiling fans
Cool Autumn rains

Clumsy stitches
Networks of skin and bone
Safe within these walls
A family, a home

Words, words, words
Tired, dark eyes
All he's ever said
*Half truth half lies

The voice that sends shivers down my spine; the one that is my world.
Her touch makes all of my nerves raw and live-wire.
She makes me fall harder with every breath she takes.
Every second that passes makes me anxious.

My heartbeat speeds up, my movements jittery and caffinated.
Every word I speak seems to come out jumbled.
I watch her closely, taking in every inch of her skin.
She's the most beautiful being i've ever seen.

When we're together, I feel invincible.
Her warm, hazel eyes warm the deepest places in my soul.
Her lips are my perfect incumbent.
She's the only one for me.
My one,
   My only,
      My Destinie.

Distress mangles my body, like over-caffinated veins.
It makes me jolt and jitter.
The rush deafens my ears.

The silence fuels all my fears.

And my mind, offers no comforts.
Only thoughts of gruesome acts
Crashing, filling, overflowing, like a swelled river meeting a dam.

And I'm sinking, drowning like waterlogged clothing and lungs.
Thoughts so frantic, limbs so weary, I sometimes forget I'm not under water.

Espresso shots pour,
And I'm mainlining caffeine.
The taste of coffee tickles my tounge
And I feel at ease.

Milk steaming,
Eyes gleaming
Smile beaming.

Then the espresso shots die.
I let them sit too long.
Didn't down them quick enough
Or craft a creative caffinated drink
To keep me awake.

I too fall dead asleep
Weak
By the bleak
Black eye
And frowning face.

Uppers and downers
I am the latter,
Flattering to be the the stimulating
Drink that drowns her.

I'm no longer interested in espresso.
A barista falling
Like my fortísima not running
Now crawling.

I'm not caring,
Unawaring
Becoming wary
And scary.

I lost myself
And esteem
To be the milk that was once steamed
And sweetened.

Dead like espresso shots
On a lonely bar.
My head is clouded by knots
Of why I've strayed so far.