We wake up.
I light cigarettes for two,
and hand one to you.
We stare at each others eyes for a while,
you notice we forgot the laundry towards the corner in a pile.
Laughing we retire with our backs on the bed,
thoughts of what we did with our time instead.
Finishing our morning nicotine, I put on a record.
You lean over to extinguish the ember and sing to me like a bird.
Followed with a quick forceful kiss,
as you rise out of bed, my hands drifting off your hips.
Following you to the kitchen, I act like i'm dying of starvation.
Asking for eggs and bacon in a smiley face presentation.
Stamping my feet in persistence,
you ignoring my existence,
until I say, "Pleeeeeeease?!"
with puppy dog eyes and shaking knees.
We sputter a couple giggles and make breakfast for two,
sitting on the couch waiting for coffee to brew.
Watching cartoons and speaking of childhood memories,
how easy it was for the young mind to be pleased.
It starts raining while we eat.
So after our meal, we talk a stroll down the street.
Stomping in the puddles and bumping into one another.
Soaking wet with rain, I hug you with a smother.
Walking to the gas station, avoiding traffic.
The day just to us, to avoid the havoc.
Upon arrival, a few scoff, a few let out a tut.
But you turn so elegantly, arms out, palms up.
And reply with a perfectly and pleasantly placed...
"What?"
They turn and we go about our business.
They're all just jealous.
Who couldn't be?
Two young ones, living free.
Fuck your shopping, we're on a living spree.
"It's just you and me, Hunnybunny."
There is a such thing as perfection
Nothing is as perfect as our connection.
We see everything from one set of eyes.
No one can cut these ties.
I feel everything that you feel,
to the point that it's surreal.
You want me to create.
Well I will, and I'll wait.
Just remember that everything I have is for you.
My life, my art, my soul. Everything I do,
it's all a creation for you.
I'll sacrifice everything to see this through.
How can we go wrong if we're perfect.
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