the smell 
of hazelnut coffee
jolts me awake,
like a rude awakening 
of memories i left behind 
in the night.
the pedal hits the floor
and i fly forward 
into more of you.
did i leave trails 
the crumbs of flesh?
fading off a 
body burdened
by the hands 
on my shoulders,
lips around mine

you stumble sleep in the morning, and keep me awake at night;

what is it you want with my conscious self,
that dreams cannot provide?

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