alleyways with pools of water and gravel
towards a house with a porchlight
sitting on the kitchen floor
coming home late in the night
crowded street corners
psychedelic images on the side of a
city building
sleeping in late, avoiding the light
with cool arms that graze
upon the midnight blue of the
soft mountain that is you
long hair
and putting on sweatpants to
roam about the house
reading sonnets
picking albums
drinking lemonade
lounging like a medieval
woman on a sofa with round
body shapes, drooping
eyes, long eyelashes,
barely a smile,
barely a smirk,
ready to be painted.
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