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poem no.5: explicit vividness:
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It all starts the minute my eyes close,
Late at night.
When suddenly I'm taken to a place where colors are brighter,
Sounds are louder,
And pleasant smells fill my mind,
Almost intoxicating me.
The dark maroon of the coffee house walls sticks out against the brown trim.
The coffee machines are so loud,
They almost drown out the music softly playing.
Almost.
And then,
There's that smell.
It isn't of coffee,
Or books,
Or paint.
No.
This...
This is much more familiar.
It's warmer.
Softer.
More comforting.
It's peppermint toothpaste mixed with a cologne that embraces me all by itself.
It's welcoming.
It's safe.
It's home.
It's you and I at a small,
Brown coffee table,
Tucked away in a corner near a bookshelf,
Sipping hot tea,
And talking about everything and nothing.
But it always ends far too soon.
What felt like seconds was really hours and soon,
My brown eyes softly open,
Forcefully yanking me away from my safe place.
A place of Explicit Vividness.
A place with you.
This is my own version of torture.
Because my hell is loving you in my sleep,
And waking up alone.
But still,
I hear it.
I feel it.
I feel you.
And I remind myself,
'Until Tonight'.
And I count the hours until I'm back asleep.
Until I'm back in that coffee house.
Until I'm back in your arms.
-Sami Dean
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[WRITTEN ON: UNKNOWN]
[AUTHOR NOTE: For some of my poems, I have two versions written. Would you guys want me to publish the 2.0 versions? Some are only minor changes so I wouldn't post those, but ones like this have some major differences. So what do you think? Let me know in the comments!]
