you are the strong smell of coffee at five past midnight
and so i take deep breaths to steal
gulps of you and place them into my lungs
until you have no voice
and you are alone, intangible
in the depths of my bloodstream–
you are mine
and i am
yours.
you take your coffee
how you take your emotions-
dark, black, pure, and unmarked
by the light
that curves across your freckled back
as if it is fire
and i am a forest of dry trees waiting
always waiting.
