mini vans and taxis

Misses and Befores

Your words are chaste
The touch, forgiving
As you drink slowly, hot chocolate tether
Relieving the what ifs, the what nots, the last times.

In backdrop of staked gospel fetish
another candle, another prayer in silence
i am ok, the unquestioning smile
obfuscate the soul by pillaging on my plight

rubbing the sleep off your eyes
and stare into the night sky
catch another oogling star
staring and stalking into your memory of the night