I love you, he grins.
I love you too, she smiles.
Why do you love me?
He asks.
And she blinks.
She goes quiet,
carefully considering each phrase
churning them round in her head.
Not because of a sudden onslaught
of twirling adoration.
Or even a hint
of tumbling affection
Nor because of a pure
strangling sensation of warmth
in her chest.
She is quiet because,
there is nothing
where she knows
should be something.
She tilts her head, and smiles.
Words mean nothing to you, right?
He nods, confused.
Well, why do you love me?
She asks.
She is waiting for the rush
of softly uttered adoration.
She already knows
and here they come.
Words fall
from his fevered tongue
in great big drops.
And there they go,
in great big waves.
Seeping into her bones,
Quickly, with
a hammering.
Silence.
They smile at each other.
And turn off the bedroom lamp.
They will have good dreams tonight.
Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 5:59 PM UTC
I love you, he grins.
I love you too, she smiles.
Why do you love me?
He asks.
And she blinks.
She goes quiet,
carefully considering each phrase
churning them round in her head.
Not because of a sudden onslaught
of twirling adoration.
Or even a hint
of tumbling affection
Nor because of a pure
strangling sensation of warmth
in her chest.
She is quiet because,
there is nothing
where she knows
should be something.
She tilts her head, and smiles.
Words mean nothing to you, right?
He nods, confused.
Well, why do you love me?
She asks.
She is waiting for the rush
of softly uttered adoration.
She already knows
and here they come.
Words fall
from his fevered tongue
in great big drops.
And there they go,
in great big waves.
Seeping into her bones,
Quickly, with
a hammering.
Silence.
They smile at each other.
And turn off the bedroom lamp.
They will have good dreams tonight.
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