caffeinated daydreams 
	said the Rolly Bling to me
	he said
i'm a good man and i'm 
	he stopped suddenly
	in a drunken thought
i saw some coffee-scented candles
	he continued slowly
	and deliberately
	i nodded politely and looked down

	and i returned to my writing
		is she really the beautius
	i wrote on an empty sheet
		her beauty, her health, her face and her smile
		is it really unconquerable
	i put the pen down
	i wanted to express it better

hey man
	said the Rolly Bling 
	noting that i had stopped writing
can i have enough
for another coffee
	he said to me
i spent it all
	and he gestured to a girl
	i told him that i'd seen better
	and gave him the money

	and i returned to my writing
		"In the room the women come and go
		Talking of Michelangelo."
	i wrote in the margin
	hoping for a spark of genius
	to tap into the ether of perfection

	i breathed a sigh for her
	for her deep inside
		her delightful name
	i continued to write
		her looks, her smile, her laughter, her honesty
		her unbridled perfection
		my heart is the sponge, soaking up
		every inch of her being
		i return it, full, to my chest
		for me to cherish and enjoy, my dreams 
		for her or no one to squeeze and set free.

	i sighed 
	and traced over the words again
		"In the room the women come and go
		Talking of Michelangelo."
	and i thought of these great words
	and i thought of these great feelings
	and how lucky i am,
	to have these experiences.