Nothing more than this…

Left shoulder’s ache,

Legs crossed under the table,

Warmth in the crotch,

Fingers tapping lightly,

Slight annoyance at the backspace,

Voices rising and falling gently like waves,

As conversations take precedence,

Over and under the morning rain,

Clouds bright under the indignant sun,

Nothing more than left shoulder’s ache,

Must have dreamed on it last night-

Flowerbeds and TV shows,

And a sense of falling

As my girlfriend tugs on the duvet,

Nothing more than this

Nothing more than this,

It starts again


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