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By galadrial Date: 2004 Nov 17 Comment on this Work [[2004.11.17.11.20.19578]] |
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Morning caught, a thousand details to a day, and somewhere between forgotten things and that stuff I can't forget you are there in cashmere maybe rugged handsome in Nautica, with a mug of morning brew just like the one I hold. It looks like sipping you do, just the trace of a taste, but I can see the wheels turning and you don't miss much with those eyes that take it all in, do the math of a life and still wonder at the spark. What you don't get right you can fake nicely, and the confident air you give off like breathing keeps the unwary barbarian rocking on the balls of their feet. They may not see what I do--- and you prefer it that way. Better they not guess that the quiet one walks with big brass, acquired with wit and skill. Better they not suspect the man beneath the smile. And I blunder through days unplanned, my morning brew sweet and hot, wondering at how you came to be in the process of simple sipping so much the way I like to take my coffee. |