How novel it was:
neither one cold while sharing the shower
washing off sex in our suits of lather
praying that we could wear them forever
changing the sheets every day for good measure
with noses buried in books side-by-side
until the diner calls or we die.
Currently reading:
"The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson"
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