Coffee and something

Sleep walking
through roads
dust were clouds
timeless were dreams
Each fabric
judged
by textures
and touch
We eye
closely
each bare
embellished
gaudy sequins
Envy green
the coffee table books
not read
but to be kept;
To be shown
possessed
Through dark wood
they weep
to be loved
once, for its soul


Blue tasseled curtains
someone’s dream
took wings
We were
seeking
burnt scent of coffee
and something
A store,
with books loved
for its soul
where evening flings
its net of music
We will
conceive
on a blue night
We will
wake
clenching
our fistful of dreams


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