where you can always find us
curled together in a yellowed sofa
breathing
and I hope this night will never end
this start of something flowering and soft
living in patchwork clothes from dawn to midnight
sewing up our smiles
building new things together
you’re dusk in winter months
and your backbones underneath
my hands feel cold and inviting
like frosted berries
branches chilled bare
smoothed with ice and sleeping
I will wait for you
and hope this never ends
and hope this never ends
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