You put sugar in your coffee;
You mix your beer with Sprite:
The long sliver of sweetness twists
through the sliding taste on your tongue.
You do not walk without an umbrella;
you have never forgot—
afraid of what might not know you,
beating down your shape in the rain.
Ah, the days, they sweat for you;
the years all languish.
They measure the miles travelled
by your eyes, looking away.
They will hold the skies for you;
waiting until you steady yourself,
and taste the whole bitterness
that lies quietly in your cup.
No comments:
Post a Comment