a fleeting moment.
a chronic routine.
a precious keepsake.
mine and yours alone.
we laze atop our deepest
dreams,
of which we'll
soon fulfill.
heavy heads, powerlessly sunken,
and thankful for it.
thankful-
for perfect dimples
on worn in pillows,
impossible to refuse-
a truly magnetic lure.
a television, not worth mentioning,
muffled by the affection
of body parts and
sweet whispers.
a comforter, from the knees and down,
draped aimlessly
over tangled feet and
knotted legs-
we’re a mutant for tonight.
we’re mutants.
This is very lovely...you have a real gift!
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