Walking through
The back door
Of existence
We enter in with
As I find you
Lounging on a couch
Comfortably spread out
A place for us to
Remember where
We fit the pieces
Feet up
Fan out on your hair
Eyes stare
Blinking unaware
Of what we were before
Just what we are now
I find myself
Without a care
Burying my face
In the holiday of
Your lap
Laughing at everything
We forgot
What day is it?
What time did we say
We’d be there?
I love spaghetti
But not as much as
I love you
Or the way this feels
Dusting off the past
Before it ever happens
I’m not hungry for anything

You said
Thinking about
If I care too much
Is lost on the avenue
Somewhere in the middle
Of the Atlantic
Hanging like a drape
Round the window
Of some absentminded curtain
Blowing freely
You’ve never given me a reason
To hide behind the mist
And the words we share
Always taste sweeter
When we kiss

© GÄ

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Geino Äotsch

An artist & spiritual lover. Author of & - Tea Maker & Owner of - Hair & Music at