Growing


Growing 



My loins ache.
There's a lot 
of distance 
to cover & bridge
from your groin 
to my mouth,
like: setting time
for each other,
learning what to cook,
when to be affectionate
or wise in speech,
enjoy each other’s silence
& private space,
make memories
last longer 
than a passing day
before we turn
our bed into an ocean
full of salt & water.

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