Sunday, June 12, 2011

On love.

The easiest part is waking up first,

With my head on their chest, my knees curled up to their legs.

That is the only time I think I have ever believed in love,

On any man’s shoulder with

Some soft morning light filtering in

I always think, “I could stay here forever.”

I always kiss that shoulder, softly

Without looking and

Dig out up my shirt and underwear

And leave.

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