11.24.08
The Art of Coffee II
Bronze mystic ink cascading eloquently through my sentience,
Verity resembling a half reminisced dream.
Its fluid nature evaluating and siezing the most vulnerable places,
Seeping into my unpeopled crannies where it takes pleasure in lingering –
caught in the infusion of existing as a habit or to inhabit.
So it goes when coffee creeps down my throat,
but in truth what I swallow, what arrests me,
is every word he wrote.
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otep said,
November 25, 2008 at 8:18 am
hello mir. i miss coffee wif you.
Miracle ♪♫ said,
November 25, 2008 at 8:42 am
…and I miss coffee with you!
But only one month to go and we’ll be doing just that. I’m counting nano-seconds! Can’t wait! =)
kendi said,
November 26, 2008 at 6:10 pm
been trying to write something about coffee and love. however, i find myself constantly speechless. oh well. i can’t repost the poignant one i wrote years ago though. hehe. kape jud. ;)
Miracle ♪♫ said,
November 26, 2008 at 7:15 pm
It will come to you, Kendz… kaw pa? =)
Hmmm… have you kept the one you wrote years ago?
I don’t think I’ve read it. May I? =)
kendi said,
November 27, 2008 at 5:50 pm
i have reposted it at multiply mir, viewable for a few people i personally trust. hihi. thanks for this, i wouldn’t have noticed my non-functional blog would soon be locked by blogger. :)
Miracle ♪♫ said,
November 27, 2008 at 7:12 pm
I enjoyed reading your past entries, Kendz. Thanks so much!
I should’ve known you a long time ago. =)