you know
those days
when i looked at you
to feel the sad
behind your eyes
you couldn't communicate with me
and i know
what you would say:
you are like
some body's half drunk tea,
in a cup,
just waiting
for my lips.
you'll burn me.
this i know (for sure),
but some epic hunger
in my soul
reaches out
to grab a hold, anyway.
i tilt my head,
look at you.
did i ever drink before?
no, not this time.
without you, i am
in desperate need
of caffeination.
and love.
always love.
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