Lovers

I’d rather have a lover

Lyin on the hard floor

In an humble abode,

With not many things

Except

Laughter til my heart aches

Playing fingers in our hair,

Smelling each other’s skin

Like warm drinks,

Heat rising

While

Talking dreams until the sun peaks,

Than

A big house in high places

With big cars and big things,

With big talks and flashy rings,

If the flesh we touch

Is not the good stink,

And the heart beats

Monotonously.

#365daysofyogapoetry

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