( I'm in the middle of a creative breakdown )

I'll drink this wine
This coffee
This mistake
I'll eat the steak
The filet
The blood
I'll dance a bit
Like thrashing
Like sex
And then
drunk
sated
exhausted
I'll sleep until the moon comes up

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It's not often something tempts me like that
Like kisses from cold lips
that have just been eating ice cream

It's not often I see a group of people
standing around, talking
or whatever
and crave to be one of them

It's not often I watch the foam catch
on her upper lip
watch her lick it off,
and go to make myself a cup

I don't even like coffee.