The Myth of Us

snow falls

Snow falls hard.

Whiteness equally distributes

throughout the pond.

I raise the blinds

letting the light illuminate you.

I nuzzle under your space,

burrowing into oblivion

as you gather my heat

watching serenity pounding

against the sweaty windows.

I raise your arm to wrap you

around like a coat

feeling foreign…

I’ve never experienced this before.

The beauty of the outdoors

is nothing like the one inside

as I inhale

taking your smell through the pillow,

your nose caving into my hair,

your breath warming my neck.

I want nothing else.

I can’t imagine the many memories

this will conjure up

in the future

when I lay witnessing

snow falling,

erasing the past

while making room

for the myth of you

and me



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