October 24, 2009

A Supplement for Coffee

Saturday, 26 January 2008 at 00:56

Morning broke the listless contagion of the night and silky sunlight made smooth the shadow creases until they vanished from the garment of day which now shone through the slayed oblivion.
The fragrance wafted through like fresh waffles and maple syrup, the welcoming sickly sweet that accompanies the memories of the grieving as their minds diffuse into recollections of little known origin.
The wood was cold and tender to the sacred caressing; just as in the yesteryears dark and cooling to the senses like cucumber upon inflamed eyes that have been stung by too much life, too much love.
He sat at the wood, his eyes gleaning as nostalgic muse played with his heartstrings. All these years had come in between them, so many surpassed trials and he still was incredulous at how every obstacle failed to separate them, in sickness or in health. These thirty years had not been easy. He sipped his coffee and took in the odor that would accompany him to his dying day that which he’d never part with, and celebrated his steady marriage with the coffin in the morning.


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