Blackberry Thistles ✓

35 | hushed coffee and bitter mornings

A juxtaposition of sorts,
both your hand in mine and
our whole love story together.

Opposites attract, you'd guessed,
long ago. The words fell off your
lips in whispers so slight that I thought
they were just a figment of imagination.

But truth, the words still held.
A living contradiction we were, like the
ends of batteries. You, a positive force,
and me, a negative charge. Only the static
in the air bought us closer together.

I am home when I am with you,
especially in the morning haze of sleepy
eyes and whispered yawns.

Do we dare disturb the universe?
Not alone, we don't, but together we
are as powerful a force as many.

Our coffee hushed in quiet disillusion,
our mornings bitter when separated.
Words appear from thin air, loud sips
its a casual morning affair.

Stir the pot, drink it black, straight from
the hot; burnt lips attest - a moments rest
then scold the liquid down, go quickly
into the unknown.