coffee flavored kisses

i lay
waiting for
the birds to
wake up
a signal
of sorts
that i have
stared up
into
nothingness
for the
human alotted
time

the first
three notes
trumpeted
on repeat
tell me it is
nearly six

how many times
have i
frantically
sent my love
waiting for
the birds
to release me
from the sleepless
prison of
my own hell
worried
in my desperation
i rattle the
aether
disturbing you

three notes
unanswered
as i lay
the lone nightbird
ending his
shift
waiting for
the blue skies
to signal a
tired day
shifting from
frantic need
to coffee flavored
kisses blown
as the miles
tick past

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