don't you know

he smelled of coffee,
whisky, garlic and tobacco,
and she tasted like
strawberries and jalapeños,
and it was all just like
candy, it was so damned
dandy, just aces,
and they talked
on the regular,
as he sipped his cupa joe,
and she dreamed of a day
when everything would be
because sometimes
dreams are just like that,
don't you know.

June 16, 2009, for the Wifey.

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