Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Miss. Coffee & Danishes

It's hard to call it..
She was like this strange
arrangement of sweet scents and powerful lips..
she'd hurl whirl winds of fantacies
mind blowing fragments of smiles and waves.
Like a game we play every week..
My single use friend. Once a week friend
Me trying to fence my way into eye contact.
glances that stop hearts..
Or at least causing momentary Arrest
Bail set at entertaining a perfect act of innocense.
See she ain't your average blend..
Foldgers hasn't the aroma
Max well doesn't discribe the way
her every curve is accented by
Every stich, and should a sem break...
~Gasps~ I might faint.
See miss coffee is perfect blend of inperfection.
Childish and flirtatious.
Rounded yet still going through..
Blinded by the life.
Her danishes has men and women
Tripping over words
While try'n to act in control.
All the while praying that she ends
Every word with a glance to the floor
A meek smirk, as eyes rise to look
upon eye.. together watching each others
future unfold through birth. Their privet revolution.
Shit let the movements be televised.
With each step she's granted standing
~Claps~ Appreciation.
See these danishes pack bite.
Miss. Coffee and Danishes
To some might just be an average miss..
you know something thats easily missed.
note the "You know"
Cause I didn't miss the honesty in her
words and the pain in eye's swirled
in a soup of miss-understanding.
I ain't miss shit..
Mrs. Danishes..
So smile and laugh at me..
Or with me.. but I'm playing it out.
Is that all right? Baby..? ~Sung~
See Coffee be having floetry on late night repeat.
So open up you mouth and just say yes..~Sung~
or
Cause you make me so.. so.. so..~sung~
Hold up..
Cause I don't want to hurt no body..
But if godi had to be offended
for me to exspress an opinion..
let the tommy guns go..
Shattering all imatations
let no false prophets
Spit foul of me.
I was just letting the record show.
Not on the just to get down with the danish
or take long sips on yah coffee.
I want to bat the home team.
Play the couch for late nights
and a movie..
Laugh about the shit we've been through.
And Ma, know.. I've been through..
But i'm willing to let all that go.
let a new light show.
right now.. this very night..
Just to go..
For coffee and Danishes
With you..

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