Those toes, peeping from beneath the wrinkled sheets,

my cheek to your chest, pillows in pleats,

clattered across the counter, lip-stained glasses,

the couch reminiscent, of those ‘come to bed’ passes,

 

endless days and nights in bed,

feeling invincible, the rest of the world, dead,

that peachy taste, that one sweet kiss,

those dance lessons, that shout and twist,

 

that scruffy shirt, those dirt blonde curls,

that dangerous glint, your eye wide purr,

puffs of smoke, sweet nothings and drunken toasts,

dreams of sailing away to our honeymoon coast.

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