Under The Blanket(s)

Industrious view

lonely hugs

altogether

not quite my napping motto

need a rest from this sleeping mode

next to you

campervan freedom

in the wrong setting

a boiler room

of late night discussions

i swear it wasn’t me

with a little i

so i could make more room

with a little s

and caress you

timelessly

until we both re-fall in love

and forget about

forget about day time

when things are just too bright

afraid to be blind

of how this beat continues

and butternut squash

we promised to cook before 8/8/24

with a little w

for why do we cry more than laugh

with a little h

for dreams to land

next to our hurried feet

letters came knocking

can’t keep silent