Levi's Kind of Love
There is nothing I'd like more
than to fast forward us to that stage
where you just come home to my house
after work and we talk about the day
while I paint my toenails
or where we wake up lazily together
on a Saturday and stumble,
together again, out to breakfast.
I'd like very much to discover
a forgotten garment of yours
mixed in with my laundry
and enjoy the simple beauty of
two toothbrushes in my stand by the sink,
instead of the somber one
I usually find.
It is the this stage we are at
that is awkward and uncomfortable,
a sock with a hole in it
that strangles your toe,
and I'd like so much to
already be comfortable.
But comfort comes in due time,
I suppose...after all,
those jeans you love,
you've had them for years
and that makes you love them,
despite the battered knees
and distressed seams...
Its the softness and familiarity you love,
as I am sure one day, I will be able to say
about you.
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