Friday, March 16, 2012

When I take my sugar to coffee (not tea)

She broke free of the chords and released her fingers into intricacy, tumbling into something she had held back, the jazz detail that split open notes and angles from the chestnut of melody.
When I take my sugar to tea
all the boys are jealous of me,
so I never take her where the gang goes
when I take my sugar to tea


(The English Patient, Michael Ondaatje)

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