It's 12AM and We're Rolling Around On The Floor

and all I can think is
I feel safe with this man
in his arms, fused with his lips, underneath him
I feel like I could stay here

you always get me like this, he says
crazed, excited, passionate

and I think
does he know what he's doing to me?
does he understand
in between
intimate conversations and
knocks on my door at 5 am
it began to feel like a home

well
a possible home
a could be home

can I have him?
can I have her?
we wondered

never quite noticing
that love takes on many actions
birthed by seeds planted in
corner plots and shoddy soil
that still somehow manage to grow
that love can be
may be
small declarations
built
sewn
weaved
together

she thinks
he feels safe here
valued
nurtured
I have him

he thinks
she feels understood here
hopeful
passionate
I have her


- zauni tanil



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