James Enoch Poems
|4.||What She Can Do..||7/13/2010|
|5.||Before I Go||7/18/2010|
|6.||To My Next Lover,||7/19/2010|
|9.||Forget The Truth||3/16/2009|
|10.||Two For You||3/16/2009|
|11.||Breakfast, For One.||3/16/2009|
Breakfast, For One.
I dream of you, it's a pain to awaken.
I grab the eggs then I grab the bacon.
I grab a pot then I grab a pan.
Just to imagine, i'm grabbing your hand.
I reach for the milk, high on the shelf.
I cook for you, and no one else.
I grab the bread and I grab the butter.
All to serve you, in bed, under covers.
I feed you slowly, I kiss you the same.
If only this was real, damn you my brain.
I clean the glass and I clean the plate.
I think of my past and I clean my slate.
It's time I stop being stuck in the past.
I clean my hands of this romance.