~Cafe~

I’ve just

been feeling

betwixt and between

as of late

I drink

So I can feel

Body and heart

The body’s

Brew time

A clock

Every morning

Cafe au lait

A good nights

Sleep

Like fine dining

Savor the different

Colors

Coming together

To crash

And collide

Sweet grasses

And clean sheets

It’s quiet at night,

everyone sleeps.
Bleeding

Dreams

You look

Happier

In the

Congealed dark

Motion

Memory

Sparks

Trembles

Delicate but strong

The moon outside

Ebbs and stretches

Consuming

Naming light

To the tiger eye

Stars

The skin

Traces

A contrary

Memory

A residue

Of chaos

Falling glass

Against words

Silky reminders

Cinnamon breeze
Pine sighs

Pour me more

Coffee

With your velvet touch
That did not need skin

Paitent

Temperate

Tentative

Raindrops confesses

In the

perfumed night
If it’s hope,  

how can it be false?

The most

exhausting thing

in life is to

be insincere

There’s coffee,

and there’s danish

Two of the thing’s

that barely keep me

hanging onto

the mortal coil,

barely

~Sarah Mahina Calvello~