A coffee cup next to warm brewed tea.
Does the herbal bag remind you of me?
Grounds pass your filter, grind between my teeth.
Pleasure-stained smile with pride underneath.
Two bodies flow with beautiful contrast.
The river’s impact on a stream grows fast.
What happens when a rock gets thrown our way?
Wither it down, we can mold it like clay.
My stars wide awake in your sleepless night.
How does the Moon shine without the Sun’s light?
Hues of dawn fight to find their own place,
But Calcite and Quartz mix together with grace.
Sweet Lover Boy, we are nowhere near one.
If we were the same, how would that be fun?