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for my beloved

i’d like to see you

each and every morning

sitting across from me at

our little table in

an even smaller breakfast nook

 

nevermind the holes in the knees

of my well-worn pajama pants

or the sleep still on your breath

i’d kiss you just the same

 

and i want you to be

what i see after

downing half my coffee in one go

and my glasses un-fog after

setting the mug back down

on the tablecloth we picked together

 

it’s small and simple

maybe even silly

domestic happenings like this

that i want with you

 

like sharing a bed for

the first time

and letting my foot wander

hoping to find you across

the ocean of mattress

and mountain of blankets

 

like how your hand

fits so well in mine

and i am not afraid

to hold you this close

this publically

 

you make me brave

letting this anger out of necessity

become less potent

and easier to leave behind me

 

you make me feel so many things

and all these things feel so new

with nothing behind them

save for your love and affection

and i want to give you

these things, too

hoping you know just how much

my heart swells

when only thinking about you

 

i want this

i want us

i want you

you you you