Single mattress,
wooden floor,
all the places you missed before
where love could blossom love could lounge
or love could hang
on the living room couch.

Quiet music,
slightly buzzed,
we’ve been sounding out our loves,
touching thumbprints, weaving tongues
undressing our desires in lonely bars.

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