Now asleep -
When the nights fell
longer than they used to,
I fell too.
Slumbered into your arms.
Your father shrugging,
just to let me stay.
I remember how warm you felt,
our feet pressing,
into each others legs.
Is this my shirt? Is this yours? Does it matter?
What’s yours is mine,
and I am yours.
Pink and precarious,
you are green and enamoured.
I remember the blind dog,
and our blind optimism
- now awake.
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 1:42 AM UTC
Now asleep -
When the nights fell
longer than they used to,
I fell too.
Slumbered into your arms.
Your father shrugging,
just to let me stay.
I remember how warm you felt,
our feet pressing,
into each others legs.
Is this my shirt? Is this yours? Does it matter?
What’s yours is mine,
and I am yours.
Pink and precarious,
you are green and enamoured.
I remember the blind dog,
and our blind optimism
- now awake.
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