The Morning After, Part One
waking up
after the break that is breakfast
i find myself pondering
why sausage is on my shit list
i remember what happened last night
i was fully cognizant
i knew what your intention was
and i fully enjoyed it
when you turned to look at me
your hair a million tints of midnight blue
you turned the key imprisoning my soul
then, i recognized you as You
your face in the moonlight
looked both familiar and foreign
like a long lost puzzle
dusty, forgotten
but your strangeness was not as frightening
as the feelings aroused inside of me
they responded to your native feel...
it was just so much
maybe too much to ponder
over this cup of coffee
after the break that is breakfast
i find myself pondering
why sausage is on my shit list
i remember what happened last night
i was fully cognizant
i knew what your intention was
and i fully enjoyed it
when you turned to look at me
your hair a million tints of midnight blue
you turned the key imprisoning my soul
then, i recognized you as You
your face in the moonlight
looked both familiar and foreign
like a long lost puzzle
dusty, forgotten
but your strangeness was not as frightening
as the feelings aroused inside of me
they responded to your native feel...
it was just so much
maybe too much to ponder
over this cup of coffee
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