Jamesy the True

Within a wordless, ferocious 

Exquisitely awkward 

Pause 

In conversation 

The reckless and precise 

Embrace of their eyes 

Told a story yet unlived, vivid still 

In the veins and in the will 

And after hours of seemingly 

Idle 

Chatter, and endless cups 

Of truth serum green tea 

She said she was drunk from  

nothing 

But the day to live 

The moment to be