| Tuesday, November 6, 2007 |
| coffee |
If I could, I'd be your coffee,
warm your soul each morning
with slow sips.
You'd let me inside and
I'd become part of you;
paste my caffienated grounds
on the walls of your stomach
like we'd paste boy band pictures
on your bedroom walls.
Nestled between your fingers,
there would be no more driving
over state lines because
you could take me anywhere. |
posted by erinederbo @ 6:20 PM  |
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