Friday, June 7, 2013


But you could make me scream and shout
while slowly drinking liquor
in your cable-knit of doubt.
And you could make me drop and fall,
all tumbled up until we hit the wall.

And while all this, tea collides in the kettle
so simply enough to make my heart unsettle,
a quaint invitation to come and mettle,
here, now and again.

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