checkhov: Milk inked coffee and cigarettes always tasted better with you. Through the chain-linked fence we saw the world unfold Blinding mornings came and soothing nights passed Once in a while we spotted a hawk swooping over the amber city lights And we wondered what message it carried for us A messenger of the gods we believed We'd retreat into our souls to search for a path
In that moment I'd look at you The way your honeyed skin stretched across the bridge of your nose The way your dried lips parted slightly The way your little brown eyes squinted in judgement The way your hair curled around the lobes of the ear Shrouded in clouded smoke I could see you best.
You asked me once what it was I was looking at Do you remember My tongue swirled and trapped in warm liquid I could not answer I was looking for Me in you If only Coffee and cigarettes didn't taste so good with you
Through the chain-linked fence we saw the world unfold
Blinding mornings came and soothing nights passed
Once in a while we spotted a hawk swooping over the amber city lights
And we wondered what message it carried for us
A messenger of the gods we believed
We'd retreat into our souls to search for a path
In that moment I'd look at you
The way your honeyed skin stretched across the bridge of your nose
The way your dried lips parted slightly
The way your little brown eyes squinted in judgement
The way your hair curled around the lobes of the ear
Shrouded in clouded smoke I could see you best.
You asked me once what it was I was looking at
Do you remember
My tongue swirled and trapped in warm liquid
I could not answer
I was looking for
Me in you
If only
Coffee and cigarettes didn't taste so good with you