by Lauren Marie

what a beautiful mess

under a blanket we are

lost in the pulse of a bass beat

and the technicolor miracle

of your eyes fluttering closed

between exhales and damp

skin, i can never remember

a sweeter warmth or feeling

more in love with a moment,

an expression you wear like

a challenge in bed with

nothing to cloud us but

the extacy of an instant

when somewhere in the

hidden places of my mind

Ani sang 'love is like falling

and falling is like this'

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