You want. How was your day.
Sometimes She's just so sad,
she'll only drink lattes, because
Eating meals, supper, dinner, lunch,
Breakfast is too much to bear alone.
Then blueberry lips afternoons
And She's back in his arms, wishing not
To be and not wanting to move from
the finality of coming on top on her
Own pillows as she lives, aware of the
Love that She is.