I prefer my coffee in late afternoon
And wine and hookah, well, anytime
But these words come when they come
and I release them in an exhale
barely able to catch my breath
as the heart pumps my blood at a ferocity
otherwise unknown
Gypsy, sitting on my moon crescent, looking out over the luminous, quaint world, as if one of many, just mine.
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And wine and hookah, well, anytime
But these words come when they come
and I release them in an exhale
barely able to catch my breath
as the heart pumps my blood at a ferocity
otherwise unknown
