I forgot chocolate, forgive my coffee
Posted on 06. Apr, 2010 by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two
I was laughing today, simply because I was pounding through lines of code and talking on the phone with dozens of different people… yet the comical need of drinking four pots of coffee made me sit back and do some creative writing. As many people have noted here (sorry to all the lurkers out there!), I often post date my writing or change the posting date to another month.
The reality is simple this: we all have our moment of crisis or imperfection, of love or of lust. We never know what causes it, yet we do know what drives it. If you have an understanding of who you are, the meaning of who I am should be irrelevant. Simply read the words and feel.
I FORGOT CHOCOLATE, FORGIVE MY COFFEE
There was nothing casual,
the brief moment of desire I had.
Insidious, invasive lust.
Wanting greed.
My focus was absolute.
Debilitating.
.
Yet I knew my want,
the rich, bitter taste
an embrace of who I was
not who I would be.
As lust seized my body
and asked for more.
.
Sweet decadence,
not the childish romance,
bitter, like life in autumn.
When the strongest of summer survives.
I think, wanting without reservation
of the darkest pleasure.
.
I am not whole,
no I am not who I should be.
I am simply that,
which I want.
That of what I care,
and nothing else.
.
Sweet coffee.