Tom Waits

some mornings
i ease in to you
enjoy you
sip
by sip
finding stability
in the sweet drip
of your full
rich
voice

i perk up
when i sense
your subtle strength

you
accompany me
in the quiet moments
when the jostling
of mourning doves
knocks blossoms
off the
trees

and the thud
of the morning paper
reminds me
theres no honesty
but in you
and your bold bold
heart

but alone
in the middle
of the night
that could never
be as dark
as you
i walk along
the train tracks
humming your praises

and dive right in
burning myself
in your intensity
reminding myself
how to feel

your heat peels verses
from the lining
of my throat

and i drink
your bitterness
on nights when you
arent prepared
to be
smooth

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