Jekyl and Hyde

kinetic lustHonest drops of Tuesday nightkinetic lust
(what few there were)
drained into electric puddles
of coffee and midnight.
Mournful whistles of
molecules
. (and coffee pots)
alive, ready,
waiting rang teasingly between the walls,
dancing in their own
kinetic waltz
of lust and touch.
All that humming in the thick warmth of 12 o'something
was less than love
but more than just the coffee.
. (Black with one sugar. No milk. No exceptions.)
He was only 1.2 feet away from her
but in the barren wasteland of human want
--
Love? A disastrous consequence in what we laughably call "Reality"...
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Love? A disastrous consequence in what we laughably call "Reality"...
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Cuate
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ha ha bless yourrr soul
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