Next

There’s no limit
to the amount of ways
you and I can go
pear shaped
but in the end
you just mold
yourself to my
new dimensions

whatever they may be

and sigh so deeply
I’m always tricked
momentarily
into thinking
you have fallen
asleep wrapped
around me.
~1/3/17
_____
Happy New Year, errbody! Write more poems in 2017!

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