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Apartment (A Poem)

No one would know

how many times we

made love on the new

camel-colored couches

we had worked so hard

to pay for.

They would never see

the mornings spent on

the kitchen floor,

dreaming into one another’s

eyes and bodies

taking the time in which

the biscuits and gravy

cooked, to spread

our love across the counters.

It would seem unreasonable

that our bed was our home

the singular place we

found hardest to escape

hiding under the sheets

snuggling away our day

whispering of the love

we had found.

The bathroom shared our

wanderlust for change

the reflection of us two

brushing our teeth, then my back

propped gently against the mirror

inhaling your body

craving the most it could receive.

Who had time for real life?

We never did.

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