of coffee and love

I have lived too long on coffee
and of sighs in coffee cups.
Powderdays are blowing
from night to night.

I have stained and strained
my heart, dear heart, with coffee
and with you. I have held
the sun off my nose, and known
there are no easy roads.

But if there were, here:
This is my hand, I am your man,
let us walk, or run, this place
has frightened me too long.