Unconventional Lovers
Pillows and blankets
Shaped in a 'V',
Bottles and pills
In a wrapper-filled sea.
Drool on our faces
Clothes on the ceiling.
These are the nights
My heart is healing.
My head on your feet
Your toes in my hair,
A repulsive aroma
Sweetens the air.
It's the puddle of glop
Is that yours or mine?
It doesn't matter
We'll both decline.
Though we both know it's yours
You somehow persuade,
And I clean up the mess
You swiftly evade.
I open the blinds
To see what we've missed,
You gripe and you grumble
But comply when you're kissed.
An hour to be active
Before it's once again night,
An hour to argue
And tickle and fight.
All showered and groomed
Clothes still on the ceiling,
These are the days
My heart is healing.
The sky turns to black
From the momentary blue,
But my day isn't wasted
When I'm wasting with you.
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