Established

Laying on the

couch with you

feels as natural

as peppermint in winter,

as dogs barking out windows.

We aren’t supposed to be

as sure as we are now,

but you are older to me

like aged honey and sharp crystalline cheese,

and I need nothing more from you

then knowing I am that bottle of 1772 Clicquot

on the Baltic seabed.

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