With Love,


a morning cup of coffee and records in the evening

goosebumps on your arm, soft skin and whispering

is this what it’s like to be in love?

across the room, your eyes are bright

what are you thinking? are you thinking of me?

hold my hand in the street, in your bedroom and downtown

look at me kindly, sweetly

mention my name in your artwork

a freckle on the skin

the colors in your room

we spent the first snow together

laying on the carpeting, singing softly

movies and photographs, books and fairy lights

glow stars on the ceiling

everything fits together, you and me


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