as I run my finger along the outer edge of my coffee cup
unsweetened
with no milk
the steam curls up and through and I can see the little flecks of
skin
on my dry hands
I'm listening to jazz music and it's raining
Charles Mingus to be exact
the trumpet is sliding through my brain
eeeeeehhhhhhhhihiiiiii it goes
straight through
The coffee gets colder.
my fingers linger on your back
ssssssshhhhhhhhhhieeeeeeephhhhhhhhh it goes
(the sound of my fingers across your back)
skin. skin. skin,
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