Coffee House With the Burnt Orange Walls
Do you write about me, torn jeans and dark hair? Well I write about you
There’s a young woman
in this night coffee house
Sienna walls like soft fire and
chairs that refuse to match
She looks at me occasionally
and writes
A witchy smile and honeyed as
I imagine her tea to be which
steams the air like a lover’s bath
in winter
Does she write about me or
does she write of
someone from long ago
that I’ve brought back
like the whiff of
a perfume from
a childhood store
her mother took her
on Sunday afternoons?
Looking now again
you seem so sad
Was it Christmas
when this person
climbed slowly into your memory
like a lover into bed?
Winter snow and frosted windows
the taste of something sweet
Do you write about me, torn jeans and dark hair?
Well
I write about you
About the Creator
Kevin Rolly
Artist working in Los Angeles who creates images from photos, oil paint and gunpowder.
He is writing a novel about the suicide of his brother.
http://www.kevissimo.com/
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