ITS COFFEE NEXT TIME FOR US, MY FRIEND
most days i wake up
and the memory of
you
and
me
is a warm fuzzy thing
much fun was had by all
we quit while we were ahead
and other such things
we say to make
ourselves
feel better about a love
we jettisoned
because we sensibly reasoned,
it could
never
really
be
but when you kissed me
that night
with the vodka in my blood
the rain lashing outside
and the djembe
oh the djembe
beating in my ears
that sweet kiss
i didn't expect
that took me back
to the overwhelming sigh
that was so you
and so me
and so us
i reached out
for whatever i could get
for even
a moment
to be touched
like you always touched me
deep
inside
the fibre
of my soul
i thought holding you
in our comfy way
would be enough
i thought
i could resist
wanting
more
forgive me my darling
but it was too much
to bear
to be so near you
yet not be able
to feel you
in the way i wanted
to feel you
i'm glad
that you were stronger
than me-
me who is usually the queen
of will power
but who melts in the candle
of your
warmth
but a little something
inside me
yearns
cries out
and wishes
that
you hadn't been
that strong.
its coffee for us next time.
