I like white wine
And cushy skin
Dipping my toes in luscious bathmat and wondering when
The sun began pouring out the window
From this room

I like washing dishes
Slightly behind on breath and your shoulder behind mine
Clogging the sink
And knocking over mugs just in time
For you to crack my skin

You like
Watching patched up stories fall on this floor
The way lips pull above the teeth that glint
Your smile
Dimples mine into understanding

It’s past midnight, and all we have is
Red wine
And an appetite
A whirring fridge
And a dog with a belly growling like mine

Dimmed music, and a single firefly
A broken fan and
Glowing skin
Our words drop
Knowing when
The timings right
We can begin

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