Ursela
Coffee WritingI wanted to speak.
But my words were met with still air.
I wanted to dance.
But my lines were more meat than bone.
I wanted to love.
But the lips of alternative lives and eyes of imagination were not strong enough.
I wanted to be sinful with syllables and sing with only the pretty notes,
Pour emotion like fancy champagne
Consume the white of sinful needles
Lie in the black of midnight care
Because I have no will to live without nocturnal enchantment.
Because I have no place with the tell all goddess of morning clarity.
Because I am a moonflower in bloom of what you believe what I cannot be in the laced memories of thrashing mermaid consciousness.
I wanted to be sweet with letters and bloody adventure
At one point I wanted to be in a romance, abilities of pined and to pine woven in to the heavy soul for the intimate pride of endearment
In the tug and rake of the outwardly banal,
perhaps,
maybe,
please,
would you be the same?
But no,
you were never mine to taste.
Goodbye, friend.
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