Caffeine Fix

She lives on coffee
The deep dark seas
That know no waves
She sips the foam
From surface tension
Of romance circumstanced
Skimming divine approval
For unplanned conceptions
It turned out OK
Like rum on java
Kids calling daddy papa
And you stir your cup
With a teaspoon cold
Steel on porcelain
Stares on sweaty skin
You need a glass to drink
Leave the tap open to suggestions
Let liquid fill the sink
Air turns to water
Everything swims

We Will Not Be Lovers

Lest anyone gets suspicious ideas on the title, let it be known that I lifted this from The Waterboys’ fourth studio record Fisherman’s Blues. It is the second cut on side one of the original vinyl release. It is an intriguing and romantic line begging to be duplicated and expounded. So, there. Let your mind be at rest –- to whom it may concern.

Like when I knew I didn’t want to marry you
I know too that we will not be lovers
You call me friend
I say your eyes enchant
Your lips lie, but you slay me under the night sky
With promises of keeping it chaste
As the stars fall to crush the fields
Where the grass fail to grow
Let flesh putrefy in adulterous want
I will not lie in your bed for its own sake