Coffee Stains

When her sunshine missed me

I came out and let her warm me crispy.

And when she kissed me

I swear I heard the clouds explode

In sweet catharsis.

How they bled their tears upon my soul

And saturated me

With all those fluid forecasts then foretold.

But soon the rain would stop.

Her lips would find another's.

And somewhere over the horizon blue

I can see the same precipitation my eyes always knew

Wetting foreign turf.

And giving birth

To fields of food

And flowered earths.

And though it still seems but a dream

I let my eyes rain coffee stains

Upon my lips

To stay awake...

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