hot tea bath time

how does this even occur like that
opportunity which collects our heat together as if
times when you wanted me so close
that i can practically taste the smell of you
empty bottles are all over the shiny floor
after the moon comes up we may go get more
but in the meantime kiss me
and make me forget what year it even is
take away all the grief i made friends with when
hope has jumped out the window but
time happens to make
intimate moments like cake everybody wants
maybe we could just curl up on the floor
end the minor disagreements cold has with us

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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