warm honey ▸ poetry

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I still remember this one day
back in April, over spring break,
we were laying on your couch half-naked,
we were laying,
me on top of you like we always laid,
and the tv was on next to us
and your dog, she was sleeping somewhere else in the house
and we were laying,
half-naked (the combination of my skin and your skin was other-worldly) on your couch,
and I said, in a soft whisper,
I said I could make this my future
and you held me close,
agreeing with a quiet Me too.