True Love of Coffee

I don’t want anything, except for the things everyone else has.
The moments of simple joy and quiet pause
when hope isn’t needed, or ever required.
I want the moment of life, simple and unedited
full of passion and lust, desire and greed,
when breathing is deep and sexual.
I want the seconds to last,
beyond the fraction of time I have, perhaps forever,
as I try to forget how frail my soul has become.
I want, too much, too many simple, basic things,
the kind of things that everyone else has,
that I simply know nothing of.

This entry was posted on Wednesday, May 30th, 2007 at 4:14 am and is filed under Coffee - Volume Two, Regret. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.