l.
it's the way we get dark & sticky
when we least expect it.
watching from the corner of our
eye for a sign of
candy canes and chocolate mints
in the smile of a stranger.
standing on our tippy-toes
promising we are angels
the night growing darker
we're growing darker
and the stranger with the smile
is only growing stranger.
ll.
the smell of burnt wood
stains our clothing and our
mouths. looking for something
in him looking for something in you
looking for something...
look out!
and it fades.
lll.
the morning is too bright
coffee burns our tongues
i'll see you when i see you
when you see what i've
become.
llll.
and it fades...
and we fade
i love this. i had not read it before, but have always loved the concept of burnt toast. i love eating burnt toast, actually, and not long ago wrote this poem that mentions burnt toast. http://pathetic.org/poem/1235422089
