i sit and light my cigarette
losing count of how many times i have
left and returned
to this poem because
nothing can quite explain to me
the way our silences
accentuate our emotions
and we drift without a sound
in timeless passing
as we share a thought
and understand.
it is one of those easy nights
strewn across the sheets
and musky air of our linger
as we talk about nothings
and everythings while you roll
cigarettes on the curve of my thigh
and we giggle through our inside jokes
about stomach aliens and invisible puppy tails
and we don't find the urge
to say the words
because they are written in
every breath
every moment we look into each other
and share a knowing smile
until everything stands still
as we lose ourselves from venturing deep
into your soul
my soul
souls that prance their way
into the atmosphere until they
intertwine
and meet in the spaces between our skin
thoughts
words
breath.
i could be
in a million beautiful places
i could be the foreigner
braving the throngs of wilderness
but i no longer find the need
to run with the nightmares
and seek through the estranged
because i have found home
and with it all of me,
right here in the simplest of places
in the shine of your eyes.
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