I want to lie with your arms around me as we figure this shit out
or decide it doesn’t really need solving
because
where’s the problem?
there’s not one when we’re together
It’s not a riddle when we’re together
how we fit
is already an answer
and solution
to a jigsaw puzzle of two pieces
This is world-class time and space filled perfectly, poemwise.
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