verticals

the morning light flows in as i lie and think about nothing, nothing at all/the window open causes the blinds to tremble, rock, sway back and forth and i think of you and all your allure/your breathing beside me overcomes my internalizing and i smile/the laughter you steal from me once you wake up reverberates in the redness of your room/the sounds of the real world outside whisper and beckon and sigh and stutter

but we shut the window/we stay inside/we delve deeper in our own fantasy, our own dreamland, the whimsical weekend in which we lost the world for a while, but found more of us.

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