by Josie
Her heart tasted like honey butter
in the dawn
I saw her for who she was—
laid bare at a cup of coffee
the mind thumb still undisturbed
cosmic disarray doesn’t get much better than this,
I thought,
as I sipped.
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by Josie
Her heart tasted like honey butter
in the dawn
I saw her for who she was—
laid bare at a cup of coffee
the mind thumb still undisturbed
cosmic disarray doesn’t get much better than this,
I thought,
as I sipped.
