keep me where you are

plastic crystal mugs imitating tender glass
gleam silvery in six a.m. gray, dove-colors
and silk sound on the table

on the floor, we’re curled into each other
and it’s cold beneath our asses
warm around our hearts and arms, inside the blanket
i insist on dragging everywhere
because i’m still so much a child–

both of us with paper and pen, because we’re writers
and half-naked because we’re lovers
in between words (priorities, my love, we must have them):

you and me and early day loving,
classical music tiptoeing around the nest of us here,
it’s wonderful.

keep me where you are.


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