leap of faith

our knuckles collide as we crawl through the window
lets stop watching the lamp light escape to freedom
i want to be swallowed up together
by the night
i want to go where your shadow disappears
and we use feeling for sight
don't be scared darlin
cause we've got four hands
and four feet
and together we can make a map
we will befriend the wild sky
we will let the dirt stick to our skin
we will be beautiful

the sniffer

Nothing smells quite like coffee.
Its aroma is brisk, a slap in the face.
One whiff and its over.
Resistance is useless against it's charm.
2 dollars and 25 cents are missing from my pocket.
Is there a hole near the bottom?
Did it fall out?
No.
It transformed into a beautiful delicious steaming aromatic liquid.
You win this round coffee.
But next time I will have the last laugh.