coffee and the last dream vestiges of her

the last
dregs of dream
cling
tendrils of
foggy unwaking
adding a hint
of her
held tightly
to my chest
in every absent
thought
as the coffee brews
and the sky
lightens outside
half rapturous
half agonizing
wildflower petals
softly spoken declarations

in a haze
of dreamslurry
the sparrows line up
to watch me
watch the sunrise
there is nothing
but her
in the blush
spreading slowly
either
across the sky
or in shuddering
soulspasms
along my ache
an intoxicating wave
that drowns
any other thought
but of her lips on mine

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