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It's winter again
I felt your footsteps on the stairs again –
I heard the creaking from the wood.
Daddy, this house is banal and rusting –
It badly needs some polish and oiling.
The paint on the walls is flaking off -
oh my god they were roommates
my dear, we are the romantics-
we are the tingle in spines-
the rush in the stomach of blossoming lovers-
the citrusy taste of a future
spent in butterfly gardens
while leisurely drinking wine- -
In Our Aging
Climb into our bed beside me.
Let's tangle up like yarn in a basket-
Carefully knit together my hands
To yours- mindlessly leave notes
With a sultry undertone
In your kisses- rid my scars with your -
Selfish
Death is a homeless cat
Sleeping outside your door- hesitantly
Prowling on the porch, while
Searching for its ultimate owner.
It begs for leftovers,
Mewling in desperation -
Money pit heart
If I gave you the keys
Would you settle down in my money pit heart?
She’s a fixer-upper,
But you always loved the feeling of a hammer.
Together we’ll work these calloused hands –
Compose a home fit for the two of us. -
“You looked depressed with that slouched posture.”
When I straightened my posture-
Creating (and becoming) a statue as
The pinnacle of impeccable posture-
It seemed to be that I no longer
Held this deep-seated weight
On my once infamously slouched