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like a lost poem, i
write and rewrite life
only to find lies

hidden ‘neath sublime minds
creeping to catch the child
i try to keep inside

this beautiful child
blameless and yet,
caged in a cursed body

Coffee Spill

The first cup of blissful aroma
roused me from my sleepy state,
Oh steamy hot, sex god — coffee —
black and languidly playful on my palate.

The second was ecstasy poured…
right to the thirsty cavity of my cup;
Pulses racing to sweet corruption,
how high can we go but up!

The third and last is of the bitterest bean,
born of Adam and Eve’s subversive seed;
Numbing the flesh awake to sin; when
caffeine bites stronger, as I’m read my creed.

When out of the abundance of the heart,
the mouth speaketh…
Of whose cup can we lay fault to
when the coffee spilleth?