So caffeine isn’t the only thing keeping me awake
these days, and maybe that’s why I write you as coffee:
bitter on the nights you’re not here,
alone in these freshly washed bed sheets.
And then you’re cinnamon with all that sweet,
something to make my mouth water, to crave.
I guess it’s bittersweet, those lemon lips that melt
like sugar against mine, something worth waiting for,
a taste I’ll get twenty hours from now.
Those viridian eyes are deep enough to drown in
so give me time to catch my breath
before you pull me under.
Even the strongest swimmers can get caught up
in a current, and you’re pretty good
at throwing me off course.
Keep knocking the air from my lungs, remind me
I’m still breathing. And when you hold me in your arms,
I know I have a reason to.
- Bittersweet // Danielle Paige