Coffee Stained Breath

Coffee stained breath
makes its way down my back
from your front.
I will love you for an instant
and that's all you get.
Poetry doesn't always smell like roses,
sometimes its heartbreak and regret.
Sometimes its cigarette smoke and sweat.
And coffee stained breath traveling down my spine
In a perfect world where i'm yours and you're mine
And we take everything with us, all of the time
like a hurricane, like a martyr, like an old god recycled
and brought back anew, like me and like you.
Falling to pieces lying in bed,
bittersweet company playing a dead hand.