Black Water Cafe

The drumbeat rings December
and I watch my White Mocha Vibrations slide around the finger of a mild winter.
Orange illuminates from my everything-
Changing the mood of my darkened nailpolish
TyeDye glows of Cigarette ash-
Creeping up from where the sidewalk ends,
My brain caging the mystery of its significance.
Perfect mouth in perfect rhythm of beautiful imperfections.
Collecting my heart, made from a list for a solo scavenger hunt.
Dancing liquid and Love in a coffee house. Controlling the knowledge of common sense inside one inflicted hand
And crying out for the warmth enough to cross his path of smoked sensations.