Cardiophore

When rain syrups the window
I imagine he takes his coffee
black in Venetian cafes, canals
clogged with wanderlust souls.

Maybe with sugar, just a pinch
and a bit of blood mixed in
bottled from Christ’s side, for
it is best to have God within.

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