Cosmic
March 27th, 2011, 07:53 AM
In Paris - Watching the World Go By
I’ve found a new love.
These cool, flaked shades of brown -
As if shifted from the grandest of tree-trunks -
Sit so naturally in something so artificial.
And as steaming clarity becomes murky
with indulgence, the smells eradicate ill feeling.
Eyes closed; nostrils flared… Dreams just past, come back,
And the deep, consuming darkness begins to swirl.
The wooden notes that make no sound
Simmer contently upon my palate,
And enchanted, I purse sensitive lips,
And await the bitter burns of pursuit.
I sip; flinching at first, as if exposed to
Damaging heat; tongue singed and scarred.
Yet I persist, enduring sudden bitterness without relief.
Yet I persist. Sophistication in a cup.
I’ve found a new love.
These cool, flaked shades of brown -
As if shifted from the grandest of tree-trunks -
Sit so naturally in something so artificial.
And as steaming clarity becomes murky
with indulgence, the smells eradicate ill feeling.
Eyes closed; nostrils flared… Dreams just past, come back,
And the deep, consuming darkness begins to swirl.
The wooden notes that make no sound
Simmer contently upon my palate,
And enchanted, I purse sensitive lips,
And await the bitter burns of pursuit.
I sip; flinching at first, as if exposed to
Damaging heat; tongue singed and scarred.
Yet I persist, enduring sudden bitterness without relief.
Yet I persist. Sophistication in a cup.