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we are two two men two lovers in one shared flat our space was close now even smaller as the world's paused and we've consolidated we're compact we share the space the table the shower and especially the bed he sleeps easily noise-fully snoring sonorously loud-fully as I watch him-- with all the minutes and the hours studying his profile I could sketch him in my head He eats and smacks his lips belches like a sonic boom and then coyly grins He snorts often when he's laughing trims his nails with his teeth and uses a card to pick at his mouth he might be brushing them instead He leaves piles of clothes in every room and whiskers in the sink the clothes gather like mineral deposits accumulating on the floor the chairs the bed my eyes follow him noticing whatever he does wherever he goes I sigh deeply when he returns his frame filling the doorway never block out the sun any room he leaves feels half-empty he doesn't complain as I follow him picking up dishes and folding clothes in the morning I see him wearing pinstripes peering underneath his long overcoat and how his cologne often lingers and how I lean into its bouquet long after he's left for work. legal copyright for this poem 10:10 AM PST time and date stamped--2/24/2021 and also FOR THIS POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD.... WRITTEN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE, WILL RETURN FOR EDITING AS NEEDED Vote for this poem |
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