Earthly Own

Stale Coffee

early mornings with your twinkling face in my bed

make me go crazy with the thought of your eyes

half lit with fire and deceptively drowsy lust,

as thoughts of warm days splatter in bright blood

on sheets of virgin white

mid afternoons with music from your lips to mine,

merging harmonies of one note of a world near heaven

to a path down to earth, gently leaving footprints

in a music hall of fame and old grand dames.

we'll be stars, darling

late nights all alone until you growl and tear carelessly

through years of broken promises and beautiful pain,

until you're under my window like juliet's dear romeo,

waiting impatiently while i screw the damning cost of love,

and take a leap of faith.

twilight zones that separate danger and safety

no longer existed in our freed minds of singular life.

the consequence of eve's bite worried lesser beings,

which baffled our cloud seven minds, our mantra:

live now, regret later, die never.

midnight riding on the waves of ecstasy and adrenaline,

racing the shooting stars and devouring comets

that dare to threaten a world so precariously hung

between the moon and the sun of our ancestors.

we shall thrive.

early mornings before a gravestone, with your scrawl.

mid afternoons dreading the empty emporiums of silence.

late nights moaning of my lost love and a lost vial of poison.

twilight gleaming with a horrific dull shade of melting mascara.

midnight walking in a dream, hoping to never wake.