I can think of no better way
to pass a Sunday afternoon
than lazing
in the shadow of your smile
& I find,
I don’t mind being lost
with you, travelling down
the long
winding paths of our limbs
locked together like vines
it’s hard to imagine anything, more
beautiful, for me
than drinking in your laughter
as it stirs me,
beside you, drinking coffee.
no… I am certain there is nothing
as fulfilling
as killing time
with you,
which is never a waste
at all.
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