Out of Focus

Spin me around as fast

As you can

So that all I can see

Is you.

Our slippery hands clasp together

Tightly bonding the

Distance between us.

My surroundings a blur

But yet I see a glimpse

Of something new.

An attraction

I can’t let go of.

Just Molly and I

On a merry-go-round.

Letting the time pass us by

Like two teenagers

Wishing to leave

This place.

I Ask You

What could be better

than a cup of coffee,

coffee that tastes 

black and bitter,

bitter like a crisp         

fall day when the air,

the air is so thin 

and full of attachment,

attachment that grabs

you by the throat and screams,

screams what could be better

than a cup of coffee?