We’re lying together in that small fold-out couch
we call a bed, waking up after yet another night
on the bender, exchanging experiences for vodka
when you lean in, pull me closer, touch my earlobe
and say what you have never felt so strongly before
I smile, get up from the couch and pad bare-footed
over to the refrigerator to bring another couple
of cases of alcohol-free beer, no reason why we shouldn’t
be drinking on the first day of the new year
no reason why I shouldn’t be looking at your beautiful
face without make-up, without the strains of everyday life,
see your hair fall down to your shoulders which tempt me
to curl them back over your face where you roll them back
into a bun, Oh! I have never loved anything messier before
My hands go towards you involuntarily even as you blink your eyes
open towards the harsh sunlight that is coming in through the
open windows and translucent curtains and murmur as to why
I couldn’t let you sleep in and as to why I had to bring my camera out
so early in the day, I point out to you that it is almost afternoon
and as you sigh audibly, I feel a shiver go down the back of my neck
There had never been a feeling better
than sitting in the middle of chaos.
Soliloquy 
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