The Better Part of MeA Poem by Amant CacheSelf- Discovery and the addicting bumps along the way....Creature of habit, the curse on me was lifted… But where is the evidence of my self discovery? The slip and hiss of a faulty lighter.... The windy pull of someone’s breath.... The gush of steam tolling espresso time.... The song that made us all moondance.... The clack of stripes and solids.... and the squeal of chucks on linoleum.... Late night cravings and zombie flicks.... and finger painting our fogged window.... I miss the sound of a ford engine firing and Benny Benassi dreaming of California. I long for the wagging pit-bull tails knocking over bottles and Styrofoam cups… I miss the smell of tilapia cooking before the sun has risen and the cool, wet grass beneath our blanket of love and Shiner Bock I treasure the brutality of your karaoke voice and the grumble of barstools where no dogs are allowed. I cherish the smell of old man coffee and the hard-crunch of vinyl diner seats. I hold my ear to a Mickey’s bottle and yearn to hear you whisper Tiesto sings us a bedtime story while the furnace blows minty cold… Sneeks and freaks, lovers of mine…I was a part of you- all of you. And you’ll forever be the better part of me. © 2009 Amant CacheFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on January 10, 2009 AuthorAmant CacheColorado Springs, COAboutI am a romantic realist. I have an addiction to that which is intangible. I long for more than what I have. I pretend to be a poet. I drink wine when I am lonely and I cry when I am angry. I find insp.. more..Writing
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