the lighting's changed
you say
it's nine now
not eight
and we're making
love again
like time is only
the changing of skies
like age is only the disguise
we wrap around our souls
like there's no such thing as old
we both look like
children in the night
breaking the stupidest rule of all time
forgetting anyone ever wrote it in the first place
forgetting there was ever a moment
of lovelessness
forgetting the aches we've made our identities around
forgetting the feeling of thinking ourselves unfound
forgetting ourselves to the crown of togetherness
glowing faces
exploding love handles
a hundred hopeful places
to pull each other close
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