joel, travis and i got coffee at denny's tonight.
it was good. yes. it was.
the waitress left the coffee pot on the table.
...
i miss when i'd nurse my tea
sipping endlessly at the rim, even
when i had run out.
all the while your lips and tongue would
dance awkward-endlessly across teeth and thoughts.
lamplight cut gold into your hair as
you shifted slightly from your knees
and i sifted quietly into dream.
...
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