Polaroid Confessions

just ask (shall we be friends)
or strangers over coffee
are you good (with love and)
yes i’m sure then
call whenever (i wish i could but)
my baby’s windows are
always open at night

(no filter) the bliss of cozy winter
both of us living right
touched by hands and mouths
(cross my heart) the morning after

pictures of lovers in tall grass
speaking of trees and
soon it will be April
(winter on the wave) rumors of
moonlit bossa novas and
beatific listening
plump with the excitement
of skin on skin
your hands fit
as a bicycle helmet

my dear don’t you know
all the prettiest things
are just small worlds
waiting for spring

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