Oh the random entries, how I love them! You're incredibly in the moment with this piece. Maybe I can identify with it a little too much (when doesn't that happen?). I really liked your flow. It didn't feel disjointed or forced. Even more, I like that you didn't force it to rhyme :) I hope your random moment paid off. Have a good day friend.
and it is a weird thing having slept alone for so long, the thought of waking next to someone i know seems so foreign. how the weight of another can offset my own. how sharing sleep can be so intimate. and then there is always the trust factor when it comes to dreaming.
i do like this.
keep smelling the coffee james.
keep smelling the coffee.
Corrupt my instincts
and then a shudder
a summer of nots
for the first time
in your loft we
like the rain letting up
and no drought
dries the earth like you
I think it's the "and" that messes this up for me, but I like this stanza. I think it's my favorite. Actually, I like them all, but this one is really food. I like the drought personified. Like, hell, does she dehydrate you? Look James, you got to leave the room once in a while to at least get some water. It's okay. She'll still love you.
I know that's not the point, but don't argue with me =]
Well, it's either that you're dehydrated, or she's sucking you dry emotionally. Like you're really just giving up all that liquid emotion and getting all shriveled up. James, don't shrivel up.
But then you get cute and you like being waterless. Cos she's asleep on your arm. GOOD GOD. James you're almost as honey coated as I am. LOL jk. But that's a nice image. And it's so natural and normal too. You wake up and someone's there. Testing your vital signs. Sleeping on top of them. You're limp. I love that. I want to wake up to my arm asleep cos someone slept on it =[. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck
Coffee's so damn amazing. Did I tell you I found the coffee machine at work? Everyday, I go there and stare at it and mentally worship it and say small prayers to it. And then, the ladies make espresso after lunch and I go back and I kneel in front of it when no one's watching (in my head I'm kneeling) and I'm making a sacrificial type offering cos it's keeping me semi-sane. God. Coffee. Saves everyone. Saves Africans. Saves limp arms and dehydrated people.