An orange on the table
Your dress on the rug
And you in my bed
Sweet present of the present
Cool of night
Warmth of my life.
I also like texts from last night.
I don't own a phone, and I've never understood texting, but I like the stupid youthful love of life that seeps through them.
-This is a mass text. Does anyone know where I am?
-I got us kicked out of the bar because the waitress found me in the kitchen trying to make spaghetti
-Also, I may or may not be wearing a cape right now. hint: I am.
