Two

I feel monogamous in the morning

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Scrittura

Mar 7, 2021

Double beds,
pillow sets,
coffee pots.

I feel monogamous in the morning
stretching up into empty space.
Adding a page to my dream novella
Lacking a kiss on the forehead.

We equate monogamy with possession,
We pair involvement with ownership,
Confuse detachment with liberation,
Miss on the sequel to every exchange.

An accomplice in life’s adventures,
The simplicity of default.
The support from one pair of shoulders
The familiarity of his touch.

Of his shape
Of his fingers
Of his curls in the shower.