the everything between
door house room bed
hands on waists
smiles and warm
breathe kisses on foreheads
bumping chins arrhythmic pacing
changing weight your
chest my chest darkness
lightness breathing laughs
like pilgrims pray, lips
biting, kisses dipping singing
dancing my arms search a mile
around together triumph
together collapsing
it’s funny how
the weirdest things
can be beautiful to you
a hip with any
amount of fat on it
or a smile with crooked
teeth but only gentle word
it speaks
it's funny
how love is taking
everything and filing
it into existence
or lack of importance
which it then forgets
to see.
life isn’t really
the everything
you thought it was but
the everything
between
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