there are streets where trees flank us as we walk along the side
chilly nights
pre-tornado skies
face between my thighs

****.

there are rooms where we get to be ourselves
where you get to be loud and
i get to be quiet
lavender/ pink lights

clothes tossed aside
right side out,
for now

soon we will live on a street where there will be
chilly nights
and noise of any kind
clothes tossed aside
and living in the skies of
each others mind.

together.
for life.
until we die.