4:45 AM

I woke up with your lips on my lips,
hips against my hips,
plot twist.

Eighteen and Thirty one,
was never something I planned on


The world says stop.
Don’t follow your heart,
it ain’t smart.

Sugar cane smile,
Occasional cigarette smoker,
Not one to play poker,
-You can’t stand when people cheat-

The emails,
The texts,
The hidden meanings in the margins

I’ve been meaning to tell you between long conversations
and quick breaths to save time for words,
That I adore the way your folds crease into spaces
Where my fingers could trace.

of you and me
is scary

but quite the thrill,
and worth the wait.


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