Bent over a coffee pot, as steam rose higher and higher
My heart bounced faster and faster
I heard your stories unfold
All the while standing but falling
As I kept diving deeper and deeper
Into the pot of love, that’s been brewing
Not the steaming coffee beside
How can I fall again?
Deep into this well
A flicker watching the descent
Pulling me as if hooked upon the line
Reeling from the surface
Where is my common sense?
Lost in your imagination
How do I enter consciousness?
With thoughts of you lurking skeptically
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