why do i drown
in coffee cups
every time
i sense your
presence?
and what is
it with you
that makes
my clarity an
omniscience?
why does my
heart leap
like a gymnast
every time i
read each letter?
and why, oh
why do i know
it's not the
coffee's fault
that i feel better?
YOU ARE READING
Catharsis | ×
Poetry"A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage..." -William Blake
