the curvature of your shoulder reminds me of my favorite park in Seattle
your collar bone’s above me like a halo
legs tangled in light
my prado, you’re a soft glow
our bed, our home
you write songs that warm this cold apartment
and you do not understand the ground your sounds hold
falling asleep to ourselves watering each other
waking outgrown
always beside
(we are) decorated in love notes, guitar cables, and unnecessary apology
encouraging each other to dismiss fallacies kissed into each other’s mouths
until we excuse our own
