He knew the steps

He knew the steps but not the heart that caused them; she was wild, and spun and kicked. Thoughtful fire danced through them.

Coffee

Coffee was never

my cup

It works out cheaper to wait for the brown spots to appear on bananas by themselves than to paint them on one by one. Same with giraffes.

It is the almost a smile, the ghost of a smile, the was that a smile, that makes the badness so sweet.

From salty
to soapy
to sweetly, smoothly, dry

The odd spots and dots of rain are now being joined by the evens; the pale pavement a monochrome Pollock on fast forward.

“OK, you’re the boss” he said.

There was a short silence.

I looked at him and he looked at me.

Then we laughed and laughed and laughed.

It must be genetic, Jack thought when he saw his Venus in blue jeans. He smiled. He had known her forever. Genetic. It was in her jeans

To sweeten your mouth from the aftertaste of cherry and of me

I offer you mango;

But then your tears at the stone, the soul of the fruit.

Jamie’s a glass half full kind of guy. Except his is half full of whisky, rain and many, too many, tears.