Cup of Joe
There’s nothing like a cup of joe,
when the morning’s grey and grim and slow,
when the streets collide with the world outside,
when litter lies where lilies grow.
Just drink that smoking cup of black
and feel your feelings surging back.
Plus, spill a drop and a coffee shop
will sprout up from a sidewalk crack!
Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.
I want to unfold.
I don’t want to stay folded anywhere,
because where I am folded, there I am a lie.
as fleetingly beautiful
as a mother’s tears
and a father’s pranks
a brother’s bachelorhood
and a best friend’s bad mood
a bride’s glittering jitters
and a handsome stranger’s smile.
As lines, so loves oblique may well
Themselves in every angle greet;
But ours so truly parallel,
Though infinite, can never meet.
Therefore the love which us doth bind,
But Fate so enviously debars,
Is the conjunction of the mind,
And opposition of the stars.
Then, the door opens and there he is; silhouetted in the hall light. Long hair, long legs, and a heartbeat in tune with my own.
She who is a dancer can only sway the silk of her hair like the summer breeze.
Look back with longing eyes and know that I will follow,
Lift me up in your love as a light wind lifts a swallow,
Let our flight be far in sun or blowing rain–
But what if I heard my first love calling me again?
Hold me on your heart as the brave sea holds the foam,
Take me far away to the hills that hide your home;
Peace shall thatch the roof and love shall latch the door–
But what if I heard my first love calling me once more?
Her kiss dissolves the universe. In that moment, I am unmade and then reborn.
I don’t need your praise
to survive. I was here first,
before you were here, before
you ever planted a garden.
And I’ll be here when only the sun and moon
are left, and the sea, and the wide field.
I will constitute the field.