Quitting coffee and should it kill me
Want to say that it's been fun
Sidled up to this specific teat
Not long after my first weaning done
My body trying to clue me in
As I clung to my drug of choice
No longer willing to continue
In stifling my tired kidney's voice
Just read it slows down the flow of lymph
to a toddling terrapin crawl
Immunities highway like that of L.A.'s
Cannot abide it you all
My plan to reduce to a cup a day
Followed by a day after another
It's warmth will be missed the aroma as well
As a weanling ripped from its mother (sob)
Truthfully not looking forward to
Shifting to water and herbal teas
Saying goodbye to my old friend caffeine
Long considered the hairy bee's knees
What will fall apart,too ..
Your promise weanling on deception!
I am a woman weanling
on losses and myths ..
I am her permanent guest ,unless how
Am I going to live the surprise..
After all the disappointment?!
...
What will fall apart too?
There is no glory to tell the stranger about,
No fish in my sea, nor oysters
No lighthouse in my forehead..
Guide the sea and the sailor.
I am not but a hand,
Squeezed from fruits of sorrow,
And drank in glasses of tales..
Women tears plantings in scare.
....
What will fall apart but my name
Which rested too long before your masculine
O you who swelled so much,
From absorption my femininity.
What will fall apart,
But a woman in her femininity.