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Warm Things Are Darker

By redjac ⋅ October 9, 2007 ⋅  Email this post ⋅  Print this post ⋅ Post a comment

When I stare into your darkness
I know that you’re not right for me but
though you make me nervous
you’re everything i need.

I curse you in the afternoon
regret you as I try and sleep though
morning comes and it’s your warmth
I want to grab onto.

People look and clear their throats
insulting my addiction, say
that you’re the one who’s in control
but i don’t really care.

I reach for you in front of them
and drag you to my lips, your darkness
swirling right in front of me
your tartness hard to bear.

They think I’d cut you with some milk
but I want you full bodied, no
I do not take my coffee
like they say they think I should.