cliched themes and simple refrains
sidestepping full meaning behind gentle compliments
soft breaths and sleepy dreams of what's behind your brilliant smile
listening to songs you blithely gave
i've tried to stop reading into every one.
i can't even eat a handful of m&ms without stealing thoughts of you.
my jumbled mind cannot get distant places out of it
palm trees, plane flights, slot machines,
and snowy cabins
where lover's bodies join and connect
puzzle pieces that fit over spans of time and distance
and others that cross our paths
that piece right there, it's always yours.
zoning the dullness out; tuning you in
i think a million miles a minute
to your front door, where you let me in.
your kitchen, where we created delicious dinners
your bed and bath, where we created fabulous love
yours sheets, where we bared our innermosts
and the photos from just outside your window
when our breath crystallized.
please always let me in.
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