Anything But

Anything But

Bed time.
Skin against skin.
Quiet.

‘How was your day?’
Understood mumbles.
‘And yours?’
‘Nothing different.’
‘We’ll move that stuff
At the weekend.’
‘Sounds good.’
;I’m tired.’
‘So am I.’
‘Early start.’
‘I wish it weren’t.’

Life isn’t the first bloom
Of passion all the time.

‘I love you.’
‘I love you, too.’

Darkness.

It seems mundane,
But love is anything but.

R 01/10/2024 17:55